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In a corner behind him, the drooling old man walked out of the shadows with his hands behind his back.

A middle-aged man with a serious face stood respectfully behind him.

"Senior, why do you..."

The middle-aged man was about to speak, but the old man stretched out a hand to stop him.

"I'm old and need a successor to inherit my mantle. Even that old guy has a successor..."

When the old man said this, he didn't say any more.

Then, as if he remembered something, he turned around and said, "Oh, by the way, please check for me where the little girl from the Black and White Escort Agency came from."

"yes!"

The middle-aged man clasped his fists with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!