With a mind in turmoil, Ma Dafu nodded with difficulty, "Yes."
The outcasts immediately burst into celebration, with even some shouting, "Long live President Yang."
"Alright, now that the official matters are settled, I have to attend to a personal issue."
Yang Bingzhong grinned slightly, a sinister smile on his face.
The next moment, on the 61st day, the holographic projection of Ren Zhong and his office conspiracy appeared over the town's sky, shown in the form of a giant 3D movie, through the high-powered projector and sound systems on the Flying Device.
"Ma Xiaoling is indeed pretty, that figure, that face..."
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"A simp who simps hard enough will have everything in the end..."
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"...Of course, I'll go with President Yang! You are my true discerning mentor."
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"I also have Ju Qingmeng and two other girls in my team, she wants me to cut ties with them. I... I can't do that..."
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"How far have you and Ma Xiaoling gone?"
"...We're all adults here."
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