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... s face was right in front of Mr. Wei. "I may look gentle but I am more deadly than my father. This is my last warning. Now, scurry off."

As angry as Mr. Wei was, he knew better than to offend the great Sun Yichen lest any repercussions be brought down on his life and family.

Not wanting to be the scapegoat for any of the business Mongols, Mr. Jang rose to his feet and tugged on his colleague's shirt.

"Now is not the time to offend anyone. Let us leave. Whatever they get f ...

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