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... it, and what the receptionist saw inside the room made her both scared and excited at the same time.

Seeing the director lying on the ground with an unrecognizable bloodied face, his chest caved in with multiple bruises on his body, and slithering on the ground while sobbing, she quietly followed the general without making a sound.

May went to the head seat and sat down on it, and the receptionist followed behind. Seeing the receptionist, who was not freaking out because of the d ...

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