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The people from the affiliated high school hadn't slept well for two days, checking all the problems one by one.
Be a person.
Thank you.
Jiang Fulai put away his phone after replying and glanced at Bai Lian, "Shall we take a look next door?"
Next door was the closed Xingyi Martial Arts School.
It was exactly what Bai Lian wanted.
When the two reached the door next door, a dark-skinned middle-aged man was shooing away two men in suits, "Scram, I'm not selling!"
It was nearing November, and the weather had turned cool.
Most people were wearing coats.
The middle-aged man was still in a T-shirt, and when he lifted his arm, the well-defined muscles were visible, his eyes were sharp, and at a glance, one could tell he was a powerful martial artist.
He glanced at Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai, "Are you here to buy the property too? I'm not selling."
"No, Hall Master Jin," Bai Lian just smiled, "We just want to see what the old martial arts school looked like."