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"Five Seventh Grade martial masters, twenty Eighth Grade martial masters, fifty-nine Ninth Grade martial masters, such a pity. If I were to publicize these achievements, with these merits alone, I could at least be promoted to Colonel," he lamented. "But does RouTu Nation have some kind of conspiracy? The few teams led by Seventh Grade martial masters that I encountered didn't seem to be out for robbery. They looked more like they were sneaking into Yanzhou to do something else."
Inside the brothel of the Bloodfire Camp, Chu Ning enjoyed a woman's massage, all the while pondering. These heads were worth more than just a pile of silver. They represented military exploits, yet in order not to expose his strength, he had no choice but to kill and bury them secretly, in tears.
Swoosh!
Chu Ning suddenly reached out and caught the delicate hand that was moving towards other parts of his body.
What's the meaning of this?
I'm not paying for an extra card or more time.
