Chapter 226 ·The Essence of Threats

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󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄂Martial World practitioners the Prime Minister had brought with him were trembling in fear.

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After ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍󠄂󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄂the death of the Taiji Sword Emperor of Wudang, nearly all sects of the Orthodox Faction had created portrait records of Yul Han and made their disciples study them.

His ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍󠄂󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄂defining traits—sharp eyes and a killing intent that seemed to overflow endlessly—had been described in meticulous detail.

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It was partly for the safety of their disciples, but more than anything, it was to prevent a situation where Killing Ye Jin Tianhuang would descend upon their sect because of such a conflict.

After the death of the Taiji Sword Emperor, the Orthodox Faction had never possessed a means to stop Killing Ye Jin Tianhuang.

Even though they served within the government, the Martial World practitioners of the Prime Minister’s residence had also seen those widely circulated portrait records of Yul Han.

Perhaps because of that, there were even those who stepped backward just from making eye contact with him.

The Prime Minister grasped the situation of those Martial World practitioners at a glance.

It would have been stranger if he hadn’t—such was the panic written across their faces.

Thinking that insisting further here would only make things more disastrous, the Prime Minister let out a sigh.

“Haah…… judging by the reactions of my retainers, it seems you are quite a famous man.”

“I suppose so.”

Answering indifferently, Yul Han glanced at the eldest son he had thrown carelessly onto the floor and continued.

“Since we’re already testing things, shall I cut off your eldest son’s hands and feet and split open his belly? Ah! As a bonus, I’ll gouge out his eyes and pull out his tongue too.”

At Yul Han’s calm, emotionless words, the Prime Minister’s eldest son—who had been subdued by Mute Acupoint and Demonic Blood and lay immobilized on the ground—turned pale.

The Prime Minister, who had been staring at him, slowly shook his head.

“There’s no need to spill blood over something that need not be done.”

“Then……?”

“What is it you truly want?”

Perhaps he could not believe that the Emperor had moved someone like Yul Han. His question was filled with suspicion.

Could the Emperor really have moved someone like Yul Han?

“As I already said, cooperation with the Emperor.”

At that answer, the Prime Minister asked in surprise,

“You were truly the Emperor’s man?”

“You could say we’re cooperating for a while.”

“Cooperating for a while? Then you’ve been hired? If so, I’ll give you twice—no, ten times what the Emperor offered. Stand on my side.”

Yul Han paused slightly at those words.

He was not moving for money, but from his perspective, whether it was the Emperor or the Prime Minister, as long as the government’s interference in the Martial World stopped, that was enough.

Seeing possibility in Yul Han’s hesitation, the Prime Minister hurriedly added,

“If it’s money you want, I’ll sell everything I own to pay you. If it’s not enough, I’ll squeeze the people dry to make up the rest.”

At Yul Han’s faintly furrowing expression, the Prime Minister pressed on again.

“If you want an official post or women, that’s fine too. Just say the word. Any position beneath the Prime Minister—I’ll give it to you. As long as it’s not one of the Emperor’s concubines, whether it’s a princess or anyone else, I’ll take them and hand them over to you.”

For some reason, the Emperor’s voice came to Yul Han’s mind.

The voice of the Emperor answering his question of what he would do if he gained power.

<Would setting right a corrupt nation and rescuing people drowning in suffering be accomplished with just one or two actions?>

It wasn’t revenge against powerful ministers who had challenged him.

It wasn’t strengthening imperial authority.

It was that image of the Emperor who first spoke of correcting the nation and saving the people that lingered in Yul Han’s mind.

<A gentleman does not walk a path that is not right.>

It was something his master in his previous life used to say often.

It meant—if it is not right, do not do it.

For some reason, that saying surfaced in his mind now.

In the end, setting aside his brief hesitation, Yul Han answered,

“That will be difficult. I have a drinking appointment with the Emperor.”

“Alcohol? That’s no issue. What would you like? If necessary, I’ll search the entire nation to find it.”

“It is a drink bestowed by a monarch who seeks to set right a corrupted nation and save people drowning in suffering.”

At those words, the Prime Minister’s expression stiffened.

“You…….”

“That would be difficult for you, Prime Minister. So you won’t be able to buy me.”

“Hmm…….”

As the Prime Minister let out a deep groan, Yul Han spoke again.

“When dawn breaks, go to the Emperor. Go and devote your loyalty to him. If you oppose him, you die. If you defy his orders, you die. If you resist, you die. As you know, the road to the afterlife won’t be lonely. You’ll be taking your entire family with you.”

The Prime Minister could not ignore Yul Han’s unmistakable threat.

Because the evidence lay right before his eyes.

Unable to move, lying on the floor—

That evidence… his eldest son.

Looking down at him, the Prime Minister said nothing.

Yul Han continued,

“If you find it unbearable and choose to take your own life, that’s fine too. I can just find someone else to do the job. Ah! Of course, I’ll make sure your road to the afterlife isn’t lonely. Between us, I should at least do that much. Though… I wonder if walking that road with your eyes gouged out, tongue ripped, limbs severed, and belly split would be difficult?”

At Yul Han’s casually muttered words, the Prime Minister’s body stiffened.

Because it meant that if he killed himself, his family would be made into exactly that.

After a brief silence, Yul Han—who had been waiting quietly—suddenly moved.

The Prime Minister’s eyes widened as he followed that movement.

Without a word, Yul Han drew his sword and approached the eldest son lying on the floor.

“W-What are you doing?”

At the Prime Minister’s shocked shout, Yul Han answered indifferently,

“I thought it might help you make a decision.”

Even as he spoke, the tip of Yul Han’s sword reached the son’s eye.

The blade moved without hesitation, digging into the eye as blood splattered.

“I-I’ll do it! I said I’ll do it! So stop!”

Despite the Prime Minister’s thunderous shout, the eldest son’s legs trembled violently on the floor.

Even while suppressed by Demonic Blood, the pain wracked his entire body.

Stepping back, Yul Han held in his hand a blood-dripping eyeball.

Looking at the dazed Prime Minister, he said,

“I have a belief in finishing what I start. Since you’ll cooperate, take this.”

He casually placed the son’s extracted eye into the Prime Minister’s hand.

“If you ever think of changing your mind, take that out and look at it. Right now, it’s your eldest son’s eye—but if something happens, you’ll get to see your second son’s, your daughter’s, your granddaughter’s, your grandson’s as well. Ah! At the end, I’ll even let you see your own. I promise.”

A chilling, cruel smile spread across Yul Han’s lips.

‘This isn’t just a simple threat…!’

That thought filled the Prime Minister’s mind.

That day, only after receiving the Prime Minister’s promise did Yul Han leave the Prime Minister’s residence.

As he headed toward his second destination, the expression he wore as he looked back was far from that of someone who had resolved things.

He wanted to kill the Prime Minister’s son.

When he had gone to fetch the eldest son, he had seen him dragging six young girls—barely out of childhood—into his bedroom by force, relying on his father’s power.

Fortunately, he had arrived before anything happened.

If not for the need to move the Prime Minister, he would never have let that man live.

Of course, while gouging out his eye, he had secretly used the Internal Energy Forced Injection Method to destroy his manhood.

That was why.

Even while suppressed by Demonic Blood, the eldest son had trembled—not only from the pain of losing his eye.

‘Disgusting, inhuman filth!’

Yul Han thought it had been the right decision to side with the Emperor rather than the Prime Minister.

Though he had promised the Emperor three days, the night was still deep, and there was plenty of time left.

He decided to resolve his second and third objectives before the night ended.

If one were to name the next most powerful figure after the Prime Minister, everyone would point to the Great General Lee Si-mok.

A warlord who controlled one-third of the nation’s government troops.

A man whose military power even the Prime Minister conceded to.

He stared in shock at the corpses of two hundred twenty-two escort officers and thirty-four Martial World guards.

It had not taken long.

After all, even the Martial World practitioners he had personally verified and hired could not withstand a single strike from their opponent.

A name surfaced in his mind—what those guards had called him.

“Killing Ye Jin Tianhuang…….”

At the Great General’s muttered voice, Yul Han smiled faintly, holding a sword dripping with blood.

“That’s what people tend to call me.”

The Great General’s eyes trembled as he looked at Yul Han, who smiled as if nothing had happened.

Yul Han spoke,

“As I told the Prime Minister before coming here—if you want to die, I’ll grant it. Before that, I’ll send your family ahead of you while you watch. It’ll be quite a sight. Gouging eyes, pulling tongues……”

“What choice did the Prime Minister make?”

Cutting him off as if he already knew what would follow, the Great General asked.

“He took a bit too long to answer. As a result, his eldest son lost an eye. If necessary, you as well……”

There was no need to hear more.

If he had seen such a thing with his own eyes, even the Prime Minister would not have endured.

“What do you want?”

“Give your loyalty to the Emperor sincerely. Don’t resist, don’t scheme behind his back, and don’t even meet his gaze. That’s all.”

For a moment, the Great General opened his mouth as if to say something, then stopped.

If the Prime Minister had fallen, it meant nothing could sway this man.

Realizing that instinctively, the Great General slowly nodded.

Seeing that, Yul Han turned away.

The corpses of those who had died protecting their master weighed on his mind, but anyone who chose to kill must also be prepared to die.

Shaking off those thoughts, Yul Han moved toward his third destination.

The moon, still high in the sky, had not yet begun to wane.

Dawn broke.

As if the events of last night had been a dream, the Imperial Palace remained silent—like it had been for years.

State affairs were handled at the Prime Minister’s residence, and military matters at the Great General’s command.

There was no reason for officials to enter the palace.

Ironically, all those matters were carried out in the Emperor’s name.

Only at the very end, when the decree was complete, did the imperial seal get stamped.

Only then would the Emperor see the Prime Minister and the Great General.

Even then, he could not ask what would happen if he refused.

If he did, he would only hear the depraved saying:

“Curiosity is a poison that hastens one’s death.”

Even if they were officials doing the unthinkable, the Emperor still wished to see a palace filled with them.

Because seeing an empty palace like this brought a greater sense of deprivation than being an Emperor without power.

Even today, there was no sign that this scene would change.

“So last night truly was just a dream.”

As the Emperor muttered hollowly, his eyes suddenly widened.

With only a few attendants beside him, walking through the empty palace—

He saw the Prime Minister and the Great General walking toward him side by side.

And behind them—

Officials he could barely even remember seeing.

As they hurried toward him, the Emperor’s cheeks trembled with overwhelming emotion.

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