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Hearing Si Shaoheng's words, the black-clothed youth's mouth curved upwards, but he did not say anything. He only hummed a song and continued playing with the club in his hand.

Si Shaoheng looked at Jiang Hao and Zheng Xuanni, then glanced at the youth in black from the corner of his eye, and pointed to him, "He hasn't even taken out what you want, so it's only a game with no sincerity at all