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... you to break through to Level 3 of the Monarch Level.”

“Coincidentally, in the past few days, a Fantastic Beast of similar level has been sent over. Several Branch Masters are trying to sign the contract. You can give it a try.”

“If they don’t sign the contract and you do, hehe…”

Chouniu laughed gloatingly.

Not only Chouniu, but the others also looked like they were watching a good show.

Chen Qiyue was a little stunned. He had just understood that he could ...

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