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... ntian Wen wore a somber expression, his fingers tapping rapidly on the tabletop, his sharp eyes like a hawk’s, exuding a cold and fierce gleam.
To his right, Yang Ling pressed his lips tightly together, his brow slightly furrowed, showing suppressed anger in his expression.
Ye Heng, Jin Feiyan, and other experts from Xiaoshanhe Institute were present.
The atmosphere in the entire grand hall was oppressively tense.
After a moment.
A figure hurriedly rushed ...
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