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... >It was in the middle of the night at the Auspicious Manor. Many people were sitting in an extraordinarily luxurious private room at the moment.


If an outsider were to see this, he would definitely be shocked and speechless.


The people present were the bosses of the wealthy families of Tiannan. That included Old Master Gu of Qiannan, Chao Tianba of Diannan, and Zhao Jinming.


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