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"Drank, thanks to your efforts in the past two years, from a small magazine to the current large group, I never expected that the changes would be so drastic."

"This is also thanks to your help, Minister Carmel." Derank said.

"Haha, I just played a supporting role." Carmel smiled lightly.

"It's just that it's best not to have things like that happen again. As you know, I even broke my legs running over there in the palace to suppress you." He continued.

"Yes...please rest assured that we are also strictly controlling the quality of content to ensure that similar accidents will not happen again." Derank said.

They walked downstairs together and came to the banquet hall.

Carmel sighed: "Well, it's good that we settled down with that ancestor. He caused us a lot of trouble. Thinking of him gives us a headache..."

"Yeah...he..." Before Delanke could finish his words, a heart-rending scream came from the other side of the banquet hall.

"What's going on?"

They quickly walked over together.

Entering the crowd, I heard a shout:

"Next time we meet, I'll give you another hand to stomp with!"

Rowan was lying on the ground, covering his hands and screaming. When Derank and Carmel saw clearly the man holding the knife, their eyes suddenly went dark.

Ya Feng, it’s him again!

Carmel noticed that many reporters had gathered around to take photos, and immediately frowned, patted Derank, and whispered:

"Handle it quickly."

He glanced at Ya Feng one last time, turned around and squeezed through the crowd to leave.

Derank sighed and stepped forward.

Ya Feng saw him coming and snorted.

"Drank, the company is really in decline now. This kind of stuff is on the table."

Derank looked at Rowan, who had been helped up and was looking at him with wide eyes, as if hoping that the chairman would give him a platform.

But Derank said to him irritably: "Pick up your fingers!"

Luo Wen gritted his teeth, his face full of grief and anger, but when he saw Ya Feng, he still couldn't say a word. He went up and picked up his severed finger.

"Send to hospital."

After Rowan was sent away, Delanke glanced at Yafeng.

"Follow me."

"Let's go, Ilsa."

Yafeng dropped the knife and followed Delank. Ilsa quickly followed him, and the crowd immediately separated, for fear that he would go crazy again.

Silent backyard.

"Yafeng...what trouble did you say you caused again? How many times have I told you before that you, an ordinary person, can't do magic, so you will make fewer enemies. Now you don't even know if there are some secret organizations behind some people. If you cause trouble everywhere, you will get into trouble." Delank said helplessly.

He really doesn't understand how Ya Feng, an ordinary person who may also know some magic, dares to cause trouble everywhere and is still alive. He sometimes feels anxious for him, maybe he is just lucky.

"And there are quite a few newspapers here tonight. What do you think the news will be like tomorrow?" Derank sighed.

"I can't help it. You asked me to forget it before, so I just let it go. Today he dared to jump in front of me. I really can't hold it back," Yafeng said, spreading his hands.

"But anyway, I'm already dead. You can report it however you want. A passing celebrity went insane and made a scene at the party. Anyway, the fault is all mine. Maybe it can add some heat to the company," Yafeng said.

Derank glanced at him and shook his head.

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