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... ts, they shivered. Was this due to corruption? Those people were courting death!


"Investigate. Investigate clearly."


The higher-ups were all furious. Soon afterward, they figured out the reason this month's financial report looked so ugly. It was actually due to that newly online Master Spirit Trainer. Why did the operation cost seem somewhat different from the forecast? The essence of Master Spirit Trainer was "weakened state removal." This was also what the consumers we ...

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