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Yan Jiuke didn't listen to his nonsense at all. At this moment, Zhaohe extremely hated himself for what he had done less than an hour ago.

I'll let you win! I'll let you win! He didn't know how to avoid seeing his enemy.

He deserved to be caught.

However, there was no other enemy that was as direct as the Ninth Prince of Yan. He extended his hand to grab Zhao He's belt