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Zhang Ming's voice held a note of warning as he regarded Zhang Wei, "I hope you have a compelling reason for your actions, as the Martial Arts Association won't be inclined to overlook your deeds, even with your NSA status." His words were laced with a touch of mockery, suggesting that he wasn't entirely convinced of Zhang Wei's innocence.
Zhang Wei couldn't help but be taken aback. "So the NSA won't take any action?"
He was genuinely surprised by the lack of consequences for his actions, despite the casualties he had caused. The mention of the Martial Arts Association left him wondering about their involvement.
Zhang Ming sneered in response, "The Chief should have normally expelled you, but it seems you have some kind of background. Keep a close eye on her," he advised, starting the car.
Zhang Wei couldn't resist a calm smile and a mischievous wink as he spoke, "You too... Keep a good eye on her."