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With this idea in mind, Zheng Ming immediately began to take action. If not the first time, then the second; if not the second, then the third...
A ten percent chance often results in a sense of desperation.
When Zheng Ming drew for the ninth time, with the sensation of wanting to collapse looming over him, he finally saw a person upon flipping the Hero Card.
Seeing a person meant that this draw wasn't in vain, but what he had drawn filled Zheng Ming's heart with a flood of anticipation.
He focused his gaze on the opened Hero Card and saw an individual garbed in white.
It should be said that this was a handsome and composed man!
It's rare for the words 'handsome' and 'composed' to be associated with a man, but this man exuded just that.
As his white clothes fluttered, he exuded an unusual solemn coldness, a rejection that seemed to radiate from his bones and keep others a thousand miles away.
In his hands, he also held a sword!