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... nt from me?” Tuzman said coldly with a straight face.


“Don’t pretend to be righteous in front of me. It’s quite awkward.”


Silas sat down and waved his hand.


“When you arrested me 300 years ago, I saw through your greed and ambition.”


“So I came here to give you a big opportunity.”


“Oh? What opportunity?”


Since Silas had pointed it out, Tuzman did not pretend anymore.


Anyway, he could not go out and talk about his ...

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