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... slightly stunned; he indeed used to be a special forces soldier, but he had already retired.

Just as Qin Yu didn't know how to respond, Liu Tian laughed and said, "My brother Yu isn't just any special forces soldier, he's an instructor of the special forces! Put it this way: in all of Huaxia, there aren't more than a handful of people whose individual combat ability surpasses Brother Yu's."

"Oh? Really?" Shen Qian looked at Qin Yu with a scrutinizing gaze.

"To be exact, ...

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