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... the smile.

Zhao Pingqian: "Let Marshal, you are early."

Although it is "you", Zhao Pingqian does not have any respect in his eyes, but he is sharp.

Standing half behind him are two younger lieutenants, who are the next generations who will be promoted. They didn't have the smile on Zhao Pingqian's surface, but they tightened their faces.

Lu Hao was slightly decapitated, and the two young lieutenants who were meaningfully cold.

Zhao Ping sneaked his head and gl ...

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