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The man wore a black suit, his posture tall and straight, his eyes cold as ice. There was an effortless nobility about him that made people want to submit at first glance. In all of Jiangcheng, there was only one person like that: Fu Chijing. In that instant, Wang Changping felt true despair, as if disaster had finally arrived. The moment Tong Qing saw Fu Chijing