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In a coastal city in Africa, where war rages on, ruins are everywhere, and refugees flee. Beneath this once bustling facade, hides such a hell on earth.
A helicopter landed amidst the debris, and a slender man jumped out from the cabin. He wore white clothes and had black hair, appearing refined and otherworldly in the chaos of the ruins. His young, graceful face emitted a gentle radiance like the bright moon, exuding a noble elegance that made people dare not look directly at him.
A pair of cold eyes slowly swept across the area, carrying an imposing aura that left nowhere to hide.
As he walked through the ruins, he slowly dialed a number.
"I will resolve all problems and the wedding will proceed as scheduled tomorrow. If you dare let Yaya suffer even the slightest grievance, Yan Song, I will not let you off." His tone was light, yet carried a resolute firmness that sent a shiver through one's heart.
