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Xu Changsheng had a head of black hair that fluttered in the wind, the expression on his angular face was cold and grave, and the gaze he looked at Wang Hao with, was even more so filled with undisguised disgust.

He did not know when it happened, but he had always disliked Wang Hao.

The stronger Wang Hao was, the more unhappy he got