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As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Zidong shot a cold, cutting glare over. At the same time, he produced a thick stack of documents from somewhere and raised it as if to smash them down. Richard had already anticipated the move. The moment the words left his mouth, he ducked behind Jiang Yining. Ren Zidong might have been scum, but he was not scum enough to lay a hand on Jiang Yining