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... ine as the elite circle began to break into smaller groups—some heading for the billiards table, others drifting toward the glass balcony to sip wine and exchange shallow flattery.
Lin Feng stood near the corner of the lounge, a glass of soda in hand, looking absurdly out of place amidst gold-label whiskey and overpriced cigars. But that, of course, was the point.
"You really didn’t touch the Macallan?" a voice asked with mock disbelief.
Zhao Rouran appeared beside him ag ...
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