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... terested in cooperation, I don't mind hearing what kind of cooperation it is. Tell me, what kind of cooperation is it?"

Olga, the high-ranking blood monster, asked.

"Before that, I would like to ask one thing. Was the news that the four Queens of the Night were sleeping soundly sent by Scarlet Blood?"

The upper eyed monster in blue didn't directly say cooperation, but asked.

"That's right, the news is indeed from Scarlet Blood."

The other party must have a ...

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