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"Respectful Mayor Jiang Mo, Mihakol pays his respects to you!"

Mihakol bowed and performed a noble salute. He was a peddler wearing gorgeous clothes and spoke politely. This made people feel that it was somewhat laughable! Yes, why was the heavens so hypocritical?

"Mikhail?" "I like the name. Tell me, how many slaves have you brought us this time?"

Jiang Mo asked with a smile