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... s difficult for people to accept, and it will cause resistance.

   After all, to some extent, opt-in is also a kind of trust.

  If such an extreme method is adopted, it will be difficult to have trust between the organization and its members over time.

  Therefore, Liu Yu's control method is just to imprint a special method's imprint on his golden core.

  With this seal, combined with specific spells, the whereabouts of the sealee can be tracked at any time.

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