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Everyone's eyes were focused on the door!

The intricately carved door, which was said to have a hundred years of history and was exquisitely made, shook a few times before finally falling to the ground with a loud bang.

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Jiang Xibao, who had been blocked and kicked the door impatiently, silently reached out his foot and pulled it back under the surprised gaze of the crowd.

He then hid behind Lin Hanxing.

The heads of the security Department, who had been notified to rush to the conference Hall's door, swallowed their saliva stiffly. Their hands, which had been stretched out to stop him, were now retracted!

Without exception.

Lin Hanxing stood at the forefront expressionlessly. Although he had not said anything, his imperceptible aura was enough to make people keep quiet.