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Ba Zhixiao looked at me with a puzzled expression. He stroked his black mustache and asked with a questioning expression, "Boss, why did you let him go?"

"Power Creation!" I smiled and gently embraced Duan Le's small waist.

"Power creation?" Ba Zhixiu was even more confused. She stared blankly at the unfathomable me.

I smiled and didn't answer as I asked Ma Mingyuan, "Senior Brother