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Chapter One Thousand and Ninety-Seven

Shen Wufeng struggled for a moment, but finally nodded: "Shen Wufeng, take the order!"

Shen Wufeng led hundreds of Jiangnan Martial League members to leave Bellagio and lifted the surrounding blockade.

When Song Jianqiu turned around and looked at Lu Fan, he heard a cold voice suddenly come from behind him: "Leader Song, do you really want to take him away from here and put him in the Martial Alliance dungeon?"

"It's not up to Palace Master Lu to worry about this. You should take care of your own affairs first."

Song Jianqiu said without looking back: "I heard that those people at the Wumeng headquarters are quite critical of what you have done in the five years since you came to Jiangnan. You should think about how to deal with them when you return to Tianjing. Explain."

Lu Wushuang's delicate body was slightly startled, but she bit her red lips and said, "No matter what, I still ask Alliance Leader Song to treat Lu Fan kindly for my sake."

"Whether he is alive or dead, we will see the outcome in the Shenglongbang Arena in half a month. I hope Alliance Leader Song can be compassionate and not embarrass him too much."

No matter what, Lu Fan revealed his identity here just to rescue her, which aroused murderous intent.

Although she is no longer the number one envoy in Jiangnan, she has developed some friendship with Song Jianqiu after being in Jiangnan for five years. She hopes that Song Jianqiu will consider their friendship and let Lu Fan go.

Song Jianqiu did not reply, but looked at Lu Fan calmly and asked, "Is there anything else you want to explain?"

"there is none left."

Lu Fan breathed out softly: "Thank you, Leader Song."


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