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... Nan Mo ’took a leave’.

At 2 PM, the late autumn sunshine was warm and pleasant. Not far from the Yidu South District Law Enforcement Division, two figures appeared.

Zong Zheng Nan Mo spoke proudly, "How about it, Jiang Hou? Don’t I look dashing in this outfit?"

For convenience in handling matters, Zong Zheng Nan Mo went home to change into a gray suit. Added to his confident aura as a Transcendent, he appeared much more mature.

Similarly, Jiang Hou also changed h ...

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