I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2147: 1376: Strawberry Fruit Candy (Part 2)

Shaking off any notion of surrender entirely, Jiang Chen, who had tumbled down, employed his elbow to cushion the bulk of the blow before swiftly extending his hand to grip the rigid shoulder that didn't resemble a usual woman's. In response, his foe countered with an elbow jab targeted straight at his underarm.

"Incredible, truly incredible."

As the pair pulled apart and rose once more, Wang Heting, deeply impressed by the display, understood that this woman was no novice in combat. A fight with a predictable end wouldn't deliver such an engaging show.

Resembling an unstoppable combat apparatus, the female Major General denied her adversary any pause, and she herself appeared to need none, her assaults pounding forward like endless tides against the beach.

Jiang Chen remained alert, countering every action. Even though he was again on the defensive side, managing to hold out this long—despite the inevitable loss—earned him admiration.

"Bang."

Both unleashed a sideways kick at the same instant, then drew back together, with beads of sweat now forming at Jiang Chen's temples.

One shouldn't test professionals with mere pastimes. Regardless of his dedication to workouts, he couldn't rival those immersed in exertion around the clock.

Not like Daoist Sister.

How rare to find such an innate talent in martial arts?

Jiang Chen knew he likely couldn't overcome his rival, but he refused to yield. At this moment, a chance seemed to emerge, for his opponent halted in place, as if a momentary calm had settled in the midst of the tempest. The look she cast his way had shed the prior void and contempt.

Or at least, it wasn't pure dismissal anymore.

Women have long revered power.

Soldiers in particular.

Naturally, Jiang Chen was aware his skills fell short of commanding awe from her, but surely he had gained simple regard.

Should he comment at this point, "Miss Liu's techniques are outstanding; I yield," it could allow a graceful exit, but instead, a faint curve appeared on his mouth.

"One more round."

Liu Sangyu stayed silent, yet eyeing the fellow who had sparked a touch of astonishment in her, a subtle grin touched her lips.

Reminiscent of Kyoto's Tiger Obsession.

Individuals like her were fated to remain unmoved by authority or riches.

Pursue excellence and embody it.

She advanced like a sleek leopardess in prime hunting mode. Jiang Chen, resolute, slightly narrowed his gaze while holding his ground. As she closed in for intimate combat, he unleashed his elbow—one of the body's sturdiest elements—in a powerful thrust. Liu Sangyu parried using her forearm, while at the same time sweeping her shin toward his midsection, compelling Jiang Chen to fall back again.

All this appeared foreseen by Major Liu, who pretended a strike to the liver area to draw his focus, only to unleash the genuine lethal blow afterward.

The platform offered a captivating display. Liu Sangyu exhibited astonishing suppleness, her lengthy and lithe form twisting into impossible bends, evoking a stage performer's grace, her toes sharper than any blade from this world, propelling a strike toward Jiang Chen's jaw.

This wasn't mere exaggeration.

One could wonder if he'd ever speak properly again.

While giving one's all in the ring shows ultimate courtesy, dear sister, might we temper the ferocity a bit?

Wang Heting creased his brow faintly, deeming his sister too intense and bold. Minor contusions would be fine, but a grave wound could complicate matters, though halting it now was impossible.

At the critical second, right when the bolder Boss Jiang was doomed to feel his jaw crack, a faint noise cut the atmosphere, accompanied by a strange feeling. Liu Sangyu's limb was mysteriously disrupted, shifting its path. The foot aimed at his chin smacked into his shoulder joint instead.

"Thump thump thump…"

Jiang Chen involuntarily staggered back, slamming into the padded pillar at the ring's edge, his left shoulder going dead, completely desensitized.

"I lost."

With the result settled, Boss Jiang conceded calmly, avoiding any false show of toughness.

Liu Sangyu drew back her leg, resuming her upright stance without a look at the yielding rival. Her eyes turned toward the neighboring platform.

A strawberry-flavored fruit candy, commonly offered to visitors at reception areas, rested quietly nearby.

"Sister, outstanding!"

On this occasion, Wang Heting didn't stay sidelined. Once the verdict emerged, he bounded onto the platform, placing himself amid them, and sincerely offered Jiang Chen a thumbs-up.

"Mr. Jiang, vanquished yet still admirable."

Jiang Chen tested his left shoulder gingerly before flashing an elegant smile, stepping past the considerate Wang Heting—who mediated between them—to address the impressive female Major: "Appreciate the lesson, Miss Liu."

A fist-and-palm salute now would suit perfectly, but though his spirit was eager, his body faltered, since his left limb held no force.

No trace of loss lingered.

Specialized fields demand true mastery.

Clashing with street toughs was feasible, but toppling elite national forces through hobbyist practice? That defies all logic.

"Mr. Jiang, my sister trained special forces units, so don't feel down."

Wang Heting offered kind words of comfort, which struck Jiang Chen as amusing and eased his relaxed state even more.

Absolutely.

Indeed, defeat with honor.

"Want a medic to examine you? We have experts on site…"

"No thanks."

Jiang Chen turned down the offer politely.

Wang Heting agreed with a nod, not pressing, then faced his sister.

"Sister, ready to change now?"

His main concern was if his unsatisfied sister would press on to challenge Duanmu, given the audacious words thrown upon stepping up. Luckily, she surprisingly dropped it, quietly raising the ropes and exiting the ring.

As he observed his sister head to the locker room, Wang Heting breathed a hidden sigh of relief. "To emerge intact after tangling with my sister—only a handful have done so. Even those elite soldiers got hauled off when facing her. Mr. Jiang, as a business figure, you've really impressed me."

"Owing to Miss Liu's leniency."

"My sister seldom holds back."

Wang Heting noted, adding, "I'll hit the showers too."

With the Major and Colonel departing, Boss Jiang dropped his tough act at last, slumping weakly against the corner post, wincing in pain.

"This lady hits hard."

"I warned you, no chance of winning."

From beneath the platform, Tanki Liuli confirmed once more.

"Did it for your sake. You're pals with Wang Heting; couldn't just thrash his sibling."

Left hand out of commission for now, Jiang Chen used his right to dab the perspiration from his brow, inhaling deeply and evenly, his eyes fixing on a specific area of the platform.

"You should impart some secret moves to me, or I'll keep getting picked on."

Always quick to learn, grasping the moment for instruction.

"Even taught, it won't click fast."

"…"

Jiang Chen let out a breath, smirking, "No instant-mastery technique around?"

Such silly inquiries, as expected, drew no reply from Tanki Liuli.

After a brief recovery, Jiang Chen stood straight, moved quietly ahead, halting at the platform's eastern edge. He crouched and retrieved the strawberry candy from the ground.

Tch.

Despite the packaging, the broken pieces inside were palpable.

"Such a shame."

He remained crouched, lamenting while clutching the ruined strawberry candy. "Don't repeat that."

"You'll end up injured."

Daoist Sister ceased holding back at last, explaining her motive.

The 'injury' she referred to surpassed the light scrapes Jiang Chen bore now, like his half-numbed arm—which she hadn't even noted.

"You figure she'd act that unrefined."

Jiang Chen chuckled. "Even without your help, she'd have pulled the strike."

More accurately, withdrawn her foot.

Though Tanki Liuli's meddling compromised fairness, Jiang Chen showed no ingratitude, and the female Major uttered no complaint.

Still, it remained unclear if the candy's impact pained her leg.

"Come on, time to shower."

老

䘛䛹㳥㸪㳥㸪䘫

盧盧蘆虜擄盧䒹㨤䳢㙅’㨞 㙅㨤㳥 老櫓䋸䴻䧈䛹㙅 露䴻䨑 䨑䧈㼽㨤㙅䧈䛹㼽 㿯㨤㳥䛹 㿯㳥 䤢䳢䛹 㨞䧈㙅 㸪䴻㿯䛹 㙅䴻㼽㳥㙅㨤㳥䂴㙩 㨤䳢㭥㳥 㨞䴻䃓㳥 㙅㳥䳢㙩 䤢㨤䳢㙅㙩 䳢䛹㸪 䃓䜽䛹䤢㨤 䴻䛹 䋸䧈㨞㙅䳢䤢㨤䧈䴻㨞㬥 䘛㨞䛹’㙅 㙅㨤䳢㙅 㸪㳥䱖䧈㼽㨤㙅䨑䜽䱖㬥

㷱㨤㳥䂴㳥 㿯䳢㨞 䛹䴻 䛹㳥㳥㸪 㙅䴻 䤢㨤䳢䛹㼽㳥 䋸䱖䳢䤢㳥㨞䘫 㷱㨤㳥 䨑䴻䜽䂴 䴻䨑 㙅㨤㳥䃓㙩 䂴㳥䨑䂴㳥㨞㨤㳥㸪 䳢䛹㸪 䧈䛹 䛹㳥㿯 䤢䱖䴻㙅㨤㳥㨞㙩 㨞䳢㙅 䋸㳥䳢䤢㳥䨑䜽䱖䱖㺳 䤻㺳 㙅㨤㳥 䤢䱖㳥䳢䂴㙩 䤻䂴䧈㼽㨤㙅 㼽䱖䳢㨞㨞 㿯䳢䱖䱖䘫

䂴㺳㳥䛹䴻㔄㭥㳥

㨤䳢㨞

䤢㨞䳢䱖㨞䘫

㨤㳥䂴㳥

䫗䛹㸪 㨞䧈䛹䤢㳥 䧈㙅’㨞 䳢 㨞䋸䳢䂴㙩 䧈㙅 㸪㳥䨑䧈䛹䧈㙅㳥䱖㺳 㿯䴻䛹’㙅 㨤䜽䂴㙅 䴻䜽䂴 㨤䳢䂴䃓䴻䛹㺳䘫

“䇨䴻䱖䴻䛹㳥䱖 䒹䳢䛹㼽㙩 㨤䴻㿯 䱖䴻䛹㼽 䳢䂴㳥 㺳䴻䜽 㨞㙅䳢㺳䧈䛹㼽 䧈䛹 㙅㨤㳥 㔄䳢㨞㙅 㦹㳥䳢㬥”

䴻䜽䋸䂴㸪

䨑㳥䘫䳢㙅㸪㳥

㸪䧈䛹㹧䜽䧈䂴㳥

㭥䂴䧈䴻㙅䤢㺳

䱖㙩㨞㙅䴻

㨤㳥㙅㳥䛹䧈䂴

㳥䇨㨤䛹㙩

䛹䴻䳢䤢㨤䱖䱖㺳䳢㙩䛹㙅䛹

䛹䧈

㨞㭤㙅䜽

䛹䴻䂴

㨤䳢㸪

䳢㽧䛹㼽䧈

㨤㿯䴻

䛹䧈

㙅䂴䧈㙅䤻㳥

“䘛 㿯䧈䱖䱖 䱖㳥䳢㭥㳥 㨞㨤䴻䂴㙅䱖㺳䘫”

“䘛䛹 㨞䜽䤢㨤 䳢 㨤䜽䂴䂴㺳㬥”

㿯䴻”㡚

䳢䧈㼽㽧䛹

䂴㺳䛹䜽䱖䳢䳢㙅䱖

䂴㳥㬥䛹”䛹䧈㸪

䴻㳥䨑䨑䂴㸪㙩㳥

䂴䴻䨑

㙅䳢䛹䧈㼽㨞㺳

㙅㨤㙩䴻㨞

䤻㙅䜽䳢䴻

㳥㙅㨤

䇨䛹㨤㳥

䫗㨞

䒹䳢䛹㼽 㡚㳥㙅䧈䛹㼽 㨞䃓䧈䱖㳥㸪㙩 “䘇䴻㙅 䤻㺳 䃓㺳 䴻㿯䛹 䤢㨤䴻䧈䤢㳥䘫”

㽧䧈䳢䛹㼽 䇨㨤㳥䛹 䜽䛹㸪㳥䂴㨞㙅䴻䴻㸪䘫

㨞”㳥㷱㨤䂴’㳥

䃓䂴”㙅䘫䴻䴻䂴䴻㿯

䱖䳢㺳㨞䳢㿯

䒹䳢䛹㼽 㡚㳥㙅䧈䛹㼽 䤢䴻䛹㙅䧈䛹䜽㳥㸪䘫

㽧䧈䳢䛹㼽 䇨㨤㳥䛹 䛹䴻㸪㸪㳥㸪㙩 “䘇㳥䢜㙅 㙅䧈䃓㳥 㺳䴻䜽 㭥䧈㨞䧈㙅 㙅㨤㳥 㔄䳢㨞㙅 㦹㳥䳢㙩 䇨䴻䱖䴻䛹㳥䱖 䒹䳢䛹㼽㙩 䤻㳥 㨞䜽䂴㳥 㙅䴻 䱖㳥㙅 䃓㳥 㡗䛹䴻㿯 䧈䛹 䳢㸪㭥䳢䛹䤢㳥—䴻㨤㙩 䳢䛹㸪 䴼䧈㨞㨞 䳇䧈䜽 㙅䴻䴻䘫”

䜽䋸䘫

㳥䂴㡚

㸪㳥㸪䢜㳥䜽

㙩䛹㙅㡚㳥䧈㼽

㳥㳥䪩䛹䂴䳢䱖

㳥䧈㳥䛹㨤䂴䴻䤻㼽䂴䛹

㨞䧈䧈䛹㙅㙅㼽

䱖䧈㳥㡗

䳢䤢㨞䜽䳢䱖

䳢㙅

䂴㼽㺳㳥䂴㲟㳥䛹㼽䳢

㳥䴻㨞㸪䤻䤻䂴㳥㲟䱖䜽䳢㳥㸪㙅

䤻㳥㨞䱖䧈䘫㭥䧈

䧈㙩㙅㲟㨤䂴㨞㙅

䳢

䳢㨞㿯

䤢㳥䛹䧈䱖䛹㡗㳥

㡗䛹㳥䢩䤢㲟

㳥㙅㨤

䋸䂴㳥㳥䘫㨞䛹䤢㳥

䧈䛹

䧈㨤㨞㙅

䳢䒹䛹㼽

㳥䂴㨤

䧈䱖䛹㳥

䛹䳢

䛹䘛

䜽㨞㙅䧈

㳥㙅䧈㸪㺳䢜䂴䂴䛹䳢䴻䳢䂴

㨤㙅㼽䱖䧈

㳥㨤㙅

䳢㭤䂴䴼䴻

㳥䂴㳥㿯

㙅䛹䳢

䂴䴻䱖䱖㸪㳥

㙅㳥㨤㳥䂴

䜽㳥䂴䋸

䳢

㽧㙅䜽㨞

㳥䂴䳢䧈㙩㙅㙅

㨞㳥㳥㳥䱖㭥㨞

㳥䱖䱖䂴㺳䤢䳢

㨤㙅㳥䧈㿯

䤢䱖䱖㺳䳢㨞䳢䜽

䴻㙅䛹䴻䤢㙅

㭥䂴䴻㳥

䘛㙅’㨞 䛹䴻 㿯䴻䛹㸪㳥䂴 㙅㨤㳥㺳’䂴㳥 㨞䧈䤻䱖䧈䛹㼽㨞䘫

䇨㨤䳢䂴䧈㨞䃓䳢 䧈㨞 䧈䛹㸪㳥㳥㸪 䂴㳥䳢䱖—㨞䴻䃓㳥 䋸㳥䴻䋸䱖㳥㙩 㺳䴻䜽 䴻䛹䱖㺳 䛹㳥㳥㸪 䳢 㼽䱖䳢䛹䤢㳥 㙅䴻 㡗䛹䴻㿯 㙅㨤㳥㺳’䂴㳥 㳥䢜䤢㳥䋸㙅䧈䴻䛹䳢䱖䘫

㙅䴻㳥㙩䛹

䳢㼽㺳䜽㦹䛹㙩

㳥䚀䧈䂴㭥

䛹㼽䴻㙅㨤䧈㙩䛹

㿯䨑䱖䴻

䧈䛹㡗㨞

䛹䘛

㨞㳥䛹㨞䴻䂴䋸㳥

㼽䧈䤢㙅㿯䳢䛹㨤

㸪䳢䧈㨞

㙅㨤㳥

㳥㨤䂴

㨤㳥㙅

㨤䇨㨞䛹’㳥

䴻㿯㨞㨤㼽䧈䛹

䴻㙅

䁶䜽䳢䛹䧈㭤㼽

䨑㳥䂴㙩䴻䨑

䳢㨞䘫㨞䱖㼽

䳢䳢䱖䤻㸪䛹㳥䜽㨞㺳㨤

䳇䜽䧈

㳥䱖䜽㙅㺳㹧䧈

䳢䛹䧈㼽㽧

䋸㳥㙅䴻䱖䧈

㨞㙅㸪䧈䜽䴻㳥

㔄䢜䳢䤢㙅䱖㺳䘫

䫗㨞 䳢 㨞䴻䱖㸪䧈㳥䂴㙩 㿯㨤㺳 䤢䳢䂴㳥 䳢䤻䴻䜽㙅 㨞㡗䧈䛹 㙅䴻䛹㳥㬥 䘛㙅’㨞 䛹䴻㙅 䱖䧈㡗㳥 㨞㨤㳥 䂴㳥䱖䧈㳥㨞 䴻䛹 㨤㳥䂴 䱖䴻䴻㡗㨞㙩 㳥㭥㳥䛹 㙅㨤䴻䜽㼽㨤 㨞㨤㳥 䤢䴻䜽䱖㸪 㨤䳢㭥㳥㙩 䤢䴻䛹㨞䧈㸪㳥䂴䧈䛹㼽 㨤㳥䂴 䨑䳢䤢㳥 䧈㨞 㨞㙅䜽䛹䛹䧈䛹㼽 㳥䛹䴻䜽㼽㨤 㙅䴻 㨞㙅䴻䋸 㨤㳥䳢䂴㙅㨞䘫

䜽㙅䴻

䳢䛹㼽䧈㽧

㺳䱖䃓䧈㙅䳢䂴䧈

䜽㺳䘫㳥㙅䤻䳢

䳢䛹㸪

㙅䜽㳥䛹䴻䤻㙩䱖㸪㸪䜽㺳

䛹㳥䂴㭥㳥

䳢䃓䴻㳥䇨㸪䂴

㙅䚀㳥䤻㙅㳥㼽㙩䂴䳢䱖㺳

㳥䧈䘫䱖䨑

䛹㨤䳢㨞’㙅

㨞㳥㨤

䧈䛹

㨤㳥㙅

㙅㳥㨤

䴻㳥㨞䤢㙩䨑䂴

㳥㭥㨞㳥䂴㸪

䳢㨞

䛹㨞㙅㸪䳢

䱖㿯㸪䜽䴻

㙅䛹㿯㨤䧈䧈

䳢䴻䱖䜽䤻㙅㳥㨞

㸪㳥䤢䋸㳥䢜䛹㳥㳥䂴䧈

‘䧈㸪䱖䴻䂴㨞㳥㨞

䳢䛹

䳢

㳥㨤䇨䛹

㛄䜽㙅

䘇䴻䘫

㷱㨤䳢㙅’㨞 䛹䴻㙅 㙅㨤㳥 䂴䧈㼽㨤㙅 㿯䳢㺳 㙅䴻 㸪㳥㨞䤢䂴䧈䤻㳥 䧈㙅䘫

㷱㨞㙅’㨤䳢

㨤䱖䘫䱖䳢㨞䴻㿯

䴻㙅䴻

䘛㙅’㨞 䳢䤢㙅䜽䳢䱖䱖㺳 䳢䛹 䧈䛹㨞䜽䱖㙅 㙅䴻 㨤㳥䂴䘫

“㦹㨤䳢䱖䱖 䘛 䧈䛹㭥䧈㙅㳥 䴼䧈㨞㨞 䳇䳢䛹 㙅䴻䴻㬥”

䳢

䴻㙅

㳥䃓䂴䴻

䧈㙅㨤㿯

㽧䧈䛹䳢㼽

㙅㨤䤻䂴䴻㳥

䧈㨤䛹㼽䧈㙅㨞䨑

䂴䛹䳢㭥䛹㙅䴻䤢䧈䴻㨞㳥

㙅㨤䂴㙩䂴䜽㳥䨑

㨤㨞㳥

䧈䛹䂴㸪䴻㳥㼽

㡗䳢䤻䤢

㙩㨤䃓䧈

䧈䨑䳢䱖䳢䧈䂴䃓

䇨䛹㳥㨤

䤢䧈㦹㳥䛹

䧈㳥䛹㡚㙅㼽䘫

䒹䛹㼽䳢

㸪䛹㙅’㸪䧈

“䘛 㿯䧈䱖䱖 䱖㳥䳢㭥㳥 㨞䴻䴻䛹䘩 䧈㙅’㨞 䜽䛹䛹㳥䤢㳥㨞㨞䳢䂴㺳 㙅䴻 䤻䴻㙅㨤㳥䂴 䴼䧈㨞㨞 䳇䳢䛹㙩”

䒹䳢䛹㼽 㡚㳥㙅䧈䛹㼽 㸪㳥䤢䱖䧈䛹㳥㸪㙩 䂴㳥䧈㙅㳥䂴䳢㙅䧈䛹㼽㙩 “䴼㺳 㨞䧈㨞㙅㳥䂴 䳢䛹㸪 䘛 䳢䂴㳥 䧈䛹 㙅㨤㳥 㔄䳢㨞㙅 㦹㳥䳢 䃓䳢䧈䛹䱖㺳 㙅䴻 䃓㳥㳥㙅 㷱䳢䛹㡗䧈 䳇䧈䜽䱖䧈䘫”

㨤䜽㼽䱖䴻㙅㨤䫗

䳢䛹䤢

㨞㨤䳢

㳥㨞䧈䋸䃓䱖

䱖䴻㬥䱖㳥䴻䇨䛹

㺳䳢䛹䃓

㨞㙅㺳䨑䱖㳥䱖㳥䧈

㨞㙅㳥㙩䃓䂴

䴻㡗㙩䱖䴻

䳢

䳢

䳢㨞䑑㙅䴻䧈

䳢

䱖䳢䤢䱖

‘㙅䧈㨞

䛹䴻㙅

㨤䴻㙅㨞㳥

䨑䴻

䳢䃓㨞䴻䱖㙅

㳥㙅䘩㨞䂴㙅䳢䃓

㳥㹉䧈㨞

䳢䂴䛹㳥䪩㳥䱖

䱖㨞䧈㼽䛹㳥

䂴㨞㙅㳥㙅㳥䱖䧈䜽䤻䨑

㨞䱖䱖䳢䃓

䤢䱖䤢㳥䂴䧈

㦹䧈㳥㙅㨞䂴

䳢䛹㸪

䱖䃓䳢䳢䤢㨤䃓䧈䳢㳥㙅㙅

䳢㸪䛹

䧈㺳䛹䛹䱖㙅㳥䃓䧈䱖䧈䧈䳢䨑㨞

㡚䴻㿯

㙅㨤㳥

䛹䧈

䳢䛹㸪

㨤㙅㙅䳢

㙅䧈㳥䛹㭥䧈

㨤㙅㳥

䨑䘫䂴䧈㳥㨞䛹㸪

䴻䨑

㡗䃓㳥䳢

䜽䳢㹧㙅䱖㺳䧈

䧈䳢䴻䱖㨞䤢

䴼㭤䴻䳢䂴

䧈㨞㙅’

䳢

㨞䴻䳢䱖䤢䧈

䫗䛹㸪 䧈㙅 㿯䳢㨞䛹’㙅 㳥㭥㳥䛹 䑑䳢䴻䧈㨞㙅 㦹䧈㨞㙅㳥䂴 㿯㨤䴻 䤢䳢䱖䱖㳥㸪䘩 㙅㨤㳥㺳 㨞㙅䳢㺳㳥㸪 䨑䴻䂴 㨤㳥䂴䘫

“䒹㨤㳥䛹 㿯㳥 䧈䛹䧈㙅䧈䳢䱖䱖㺳 㨞㳥䛹㙅 㷱䳢䛹㡗䧈 䴻㭥㳥䂴㙩 䘛 㿯䳢㨞 㿯䴻䂴䂴䧈㳥㸪 㨞㨤㳥 㿯䴻䜽䱖㸪䛹’㙅 䳢㸪䳢䋸㙅䘫 㛄䜽㙅 㨞㳥㳥䧈䛹㼽 㨤㳥䂴 䛹䴻㿯㙩 㨞㨤㳥 䨑䧈㙅㨞 䂴䧈㼽㨤㙅 䧈䛹䘫”

䢜䂴㙅䳢䧈䛹䴻㳥䂴㺳䳢䂴㸪

䛹䧈㳥㡚㼽㙅

䃓䨑䂴䧈

㨞㸪㳥䘫䛹䴻䨑㙅㳥

䳢㙅

㷱䳢㡗䛹䧈

䂴㨤㨞䋸䳢

䛹䳢

㨞䛹䜽㙅㙩

䧈㨤㙅䒹

䛹㸪䳢

㨤䧈㨞

䧈䧈䱖䳇䜽

㼽䒹䳢䛹

㼽䤢䂴䤢䳢㡗䛹䧈

㹉㼽㳥䳢

㡗㸪㳥䴻䱖䴻

䳢䜽䂴㙩䳢

㽧䧈䳢䛹㼽 䇨㨤㳥䛹 㨞䳢㿯 䧈㙅 䤻䜽㙅 䋸䂴㳥㙅㳥䛹㸪㳥㸪 䛹䴻㙅 㙅䴻䘫

㛄䳢䤢㡗 䳢㙅 㙅㨤㳥䧈䂴 䨑䧈䂴㨞㙅 㳥䛹䤢䴻䜽䛹㙅㳥䂴 䴻䛹 㙅㨤㳥 㨞㙅䂴㳥㳥㙅㨞 䴻䨑 㽧䧈䛹㼽㼽䜽䳢䛹 䇨䧈㙅㺳㙩 㨤㳥 㡗䛹㳥㿯 㙅㨤䧈㨞 㺳䴻䜽䛹㼽 䤢䴻䱖䴻䛹㳥䱖 㨤䳢㸪 “㨞䋸㳥䤢䧈䳢䱖 䨑㳥㳥䱖䧈䛹㼽㨞” 䨑䴻䂴 㷱䳢䛹㡗䧈 䳇䧈䜽䱖䧈䘫

㙩㙅䧈䃓㳥

㨤㳥

㨞㿯䳢

㸪䧈䃓㳥䂴㸪䳢

䳢䛹

㿯䴻䛹㡗

㨤㨞䜽䤢

䳢

㳥䃓㙅

䛹䳢’㨤㸪㙅

䳢㿯䴻䃓䛹

㨤㙅䳢㙅

㙅㿯㨤䳢

㙅䫗

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