Suppression

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Jian Wushuang crossed his hands behind his back and looked indifferently at the experts in front of him. Suddenly, his expression changed, he asked, "Master True Eyes, shouldn't the patrol team be composed of ten Principles Masters and 100 Peak Saints?

"I have seen the 100 Peak Saints, but why do I only see nine Principles Masters and one more random guy?"

"Well..." Master True Eyes looked at the Principles Masters around him and frowned. "Inspector, I've asked my men to inform them. Everyone should have arrived by now, but I don't know why he didn't come. I'll send a message to him now."

Master True Eyes was about to send a message.

The middle-aged man who had been drinking with Master True Eyes stood up and said, "Inspector, Master True Eyes is...drunk!"

"Oh, drunk?" Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows and found it funny.