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When the green flags had ceased waving, Yu Hao had dominated the asphalt to secure the absolute number-one spot of the group—while Mao Jun's handling metrics had trapped him in the dead middle of the pack, forcing a definitive exit. Hearing his name openly branded as trash before the media lenses, Mao Jun's hands clenched into white-knuckled fists, his jaw locking so tightly the bone visibly vibrated as he forced his explosive temper to remain under an agonizing baseline of absolute restraint. Yu Hao’s arrogant gaze swept down the remainder of the Swift Team roster, his face radiating the absolute, unbridled pride of an international champion, combined with the supreme, high-born condescensi

Harvey York could not be bothered talking to the woman who cared only about money. Harvey left the hospital and went to Flutwell Gymnasium by cab. He was going to participate in the Longmen Summit. Comment by Hassanel Zachary Amaludin: Can this term be changed to Summit instead of Conference? Seems like a conference usually relates to academic discussions rather than martial arts competition. Just a thought. Comment by David Dobrik: Good idea yea let's change it