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Intelligence

編輯: Radiant Translations

When Ma Dong walked up onto the stage, not only was there a solemn expression on his face, he was also extremely stiff in his actions. He had absolutely no desire to be on stage, and even wanted Wang Zhong to do the balloting. Perhaps even Milami or Scarlet would suffice. That's because his balloting skills were basically a toxic poison! Without mentioning about Bierlia Academy, Bella Dean, Divine Dragon… even if the dust had already settled and they had obtained great victories over those teams, just thinking back about those matches still caused him to have the impulsion to stab his own hands.

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