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Through the office door.
Jiang Fu looked at the people inside.
Perhaps they had already vented all their anger.
Wu Dezhao, Wu Deming, Cui Siwen... and Wu Tiande.
They sat amid the wreckage of the office, panting heavily.
The desks, chairs, sofa... and various ornaments inside.
Everything had been smashed to pieces.
"That's Wu Deming?"
Jiang Fu stared at the only unfamiliar face in the room.
Unlike the others, who clearly lived pampered lives.
The man was burly, rough-skinned, and powerfully built.
One look told him that this man spent years roaming the Wilderness Area.
Wu Deming.
The Old Wu Guo Fangdong had mentioned!
For a time, he had made Jiang Fu so paranoid that everyone seemed like a potential threat sent to kill him.
Jiang Fu looked away and turned to Shen Yan. "One Advanced Martial Artist and three Intermediate Martial Artists... and you've just locked them in your office?"
As the master of Wude Martial Arts Hall, Wu Tiande was naturally an Advanced Martial Artist.
But the impression he gave Jiang Fu was nowhere near as powerful as Xia Fan, whom he had met before.
He was merely much stronger than the other three in the office.
Shen Yan looked smug. "I'm the director of the District Nine Martial Artist Guild."
"Naturally, my office is equipped with a top-of-the-line security system."
"Even four Advanced Martial Artists with Blood Energy over ten thousand couldn't escape if they were locked in here!"
Jiang Fu looked at Shi Jiu.
Shi Jiu looked back at Jiang Fu.
Then, at a loss for words, she said, "So... you turned your own office into a cage?"
Shen Yan coughed. "An accident. Purely an accident."
But the next moment.
He stole another discreet glance at Jiang Fu.
A year ago...
No, even just a