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The wounds that Uncle Zhou had suffered earlier were not shallow, but at the moment, he was still brimming with energy. He forced out a laugh, cupped his hands, and said:

"It's nice to meet you next week."

When Miao Daoke heard the name, he could not help but frown, as if he had thought of something.

"I once heard that ten years ago, in a warlord territory in Southeast Asia