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He could only watch as the defensive net the Ninth Branch was proud of was disintegrated by the opponent.

Everyone present looked awful.

As the culprit, Gu San's expression was even worse—a 1.8-meter tall man with bloodshot eyes. Qiao Nian sighed as she saw how he looked like he wanted to slap himself in the face. She stepped forward and asked, "Why don't I take a look?"

In the corridor stood 20 or so people, and they were all tense.

Her light and fluttering words seemed particularly abrupt.

The man who just accused Gu San of bringing her over so casually now squinted and turned his head. He looked her up and down and then questioned her contemptuously. "You?"

Qiao Nian was not frightened by his contemptuous eyes. She nodded calmly with her hands in her pockets, standing straight there looking like an evil bandit. "Yes. Me."

"Huh?" The man smiled. His fierce face looked even more so when he smiled.