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On the marble table with black cloud patterns, a pair of slender fingers with clear joints, there was a silver cuff on the cuff of the suit. He looked up. It was a cold and handsome face with a thin lips. His black jade-like eyes were staring at the document in his hand.

It was written in black and white, with the words' Artificial Injury Document 'written on it. When he flipped to the bottom