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"Yes, yes, yes. What Commander Wang said is right. We can talk it out, but we can talk it out. We-see, do you want to keep this weapon?" Wei Ying looked after the cold sword in Wang Xiaohu's hand.

"Of course, of course. But before that, there's one last thing I need to trouble you with …" Wang Xiaohu said as he pushed Wei Yingshui onto the table and sat him down.

"There's ink and paper here