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"???"
The man in the suit hadn't managed to piece the logic together smoothly,
when a majestic black shadow instantly appeared before him.
Thud!
The man in the suit stood erect, his head thrown back.
His feet instantly lifted thirty centimeters off the ground, suspended in the air.
His eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.
Smack, bang...
The body of the man in the suit was caught by a large hand and casually tossed into the open Room No. 7, and then, the door was closed again.
In Room No. 7, Wei Dong was taken aback.
He heard the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground and turned his head to look.
A suit-clad figure, not known whether dead or unconscious, was heavily dumped on the floor of the room, motionless, seemingly in a peaceful sleep.
There was a very obvious red mark of a blow on the chin area.
"Xiaozi, you really started to take action..."
In the Cuiyun Pavilion's corridor.
