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... lack Maybach was parked. The front passenger window was partially open, letting occasional wisps of white smoke drift into the air, carried away by the breeze.

The man squinted slightly, holding a cigarette between his lips. After undoing two buttons at his collar, his distinctively jointed hand moved toward his cuff.

He rolled up both sleeves casually, leaned back against the seat with ease, and held the cigarette between two fingers, taking a deep drag.

Shi Wei waited f ...

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