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"Causing trouble? "Hahaha!" He Jiang sneered, then took out a silver white piece of paper from his pocket. On it were a few lines of black text, and he coldly said, "Bai Yu Zhe, lend me ten Inferior Grade God Pellets, and we'll settle the debt ten days ago. We'll drag it out until now, and you still want to question us for trouble?"

As He Jiang said this