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... Eighth Fleet, Supreme Commander’s Office
A fist-sized metal sphere was happily bouncing around the vast space, its unique construction unknown. The sphere exuded an intimidating sense of power.
Fu Xing, who was dealing with Fengdi matters, pinched his brow impatiently and cast a dangerous glance at the metal sphere.
"Da Fu."
The two coldly uttered words made the jubilant sphere wilt like a frostbitten eggplant.
"Fu Xing, I’m just happy! Who would have tho ...
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