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... gence organization was useful, Su Bei couldn’t help but wonder what it would’ve been like if he’d created a different kind of organization.

For instance, if he’d formed an assassin organization, could he kill whoever he wanted? No, no, that wouldn’t do. Killing was definitely illegal. If that identity was exposed, no matter how popular he was, the author could easily kill him off. After all, a murderer deserved death, and as the head of an assassin group, a death ending would be perfectly ...

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