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... all manor, there were the cattle and horse farms of an agency.

"The people this time have all signed death contracts. They were just sent from above and are all real sturdy hands, working efficiently. Some even have cooking skills.

They all committed crimes and were implicated by the master family, but their backgrounds are clear, so you can rest assured."

"Alright, let's take a look first," Luo Ge nodded after listening to Old Liu's words.

"This way."

As ...

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