"Zhao Changfeng," the examiner called out.
A sturdy man with a fierce scar bisecting his face rose slowly to his feet.
“Fan just got here, didn’t he? Why is he going second?” a voice cut through the murmurs.
The examiner shot the speaker a cold look. “Because his application just reached my desk. Fan should have been first.”
The room fell into a confused silence, which the examiner promptly shattered.
“Assessment,” he continued, “for Level
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