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Soon, a large tray covered with red cloth was brought up.

Separated by the shape of the red cloth, Nanmen Feng was a little confused.

It didn't look like any weapon at all. It was square, could it be a big brick? Using it to hit people?

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

"That's right, that's right. This old man's business is worth hundreds of thousands of stones per breath