Seeing that Jun Moyan's people surrounded them all, the surrounding voices of resistance became weaker and weaker, weaker and weaker, until finally they completely lost their voices.

Jun Moyan nodded with satisfaction, turned around and said, "Father, son...... No...... It's time to call myself ...... I advise you...

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