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After drawing his gun to pacify the blonde man who wanted to get up and argue, Toby crouched down and asked the heavily breathing Lyon lying on the floor: “What happened?

I don’t remember you being the type to commit robbery.”

Lyon ignored him and exchanged a look with the also-lying Klaisi: “Hahaha... I am no longer afraid!”

“I say,” Toby said with a helpless look, “I took a big risk coming here. Don’t hide anything from me.”

Turning his head to look at Toby, Lyon said, “Mr. Toby, thank Hogwarts. It allowed me to regain the courage I threw away many years ago.”

Toby said thoughtfully, “Is it related to the test content?”

The two who were laughing freely suddenly widened their eyes. “How could you...”

“Yes.” Toby’s eyes swept over the crowd of onlookers outside the house, interrupting him. “I’m not sure if contact between candidates will result in disqualification.

That’s why I said seeing you is a very risky act.”

“Please rest assured, Mr. Toby.” Lyon smiled with his blood-covered face. “Teaching a coward to find back his dignity that was crushed under the feet of others.

Hogwarts... a Hogwarts like this would never...” He could not control his sobbing.

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“Alright, I think I roughly understand.”

Standing up, Toby dialed Ryan’s number. “Don’t go fooling around at the nightclubs tonight. I need help.”

By the time Ryan, who had been planning for a wonderful romantic encounter, arrived grumbling, Toby led him to take all six people back to MI6.

Zhang Mu did not witness all this with his own eyes, but he guessed something must have happened to them.

Receiving the information transmitted by the puppet core, he used the Shadow Technique to bring the two in the apartment building back to the workshop.

Then he first busied himself with assembling the parts scattered all over the floor.

Once a British old car popular in the nineteenth century was assembled, he finally straightened his back. “Phew... that was tiring work.”

Tossing the wrench onto the workbench beside him, he pulled out the envelopes, stationery, and quill pen brought from the Saul Continent from his Storage Pouch.

Leaning over the flat workbench, he wrote two admission interview letters.

At the end, he emphasized that the letter was equivalent to a ticket and must be kept properly.

Folding the stationery and tucking it into the envelope, Zhang Mu stretched and went to the bed in the corner to rest.

“The weather forecast says tomorrow will be a sunny day. I’ll take the car for a spin first, then deliver the letters.”

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