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... On the top floor, in the dimly lit round table conference room.
"Locate quickly." Seven middle-aged men dressed in samurai robes with wooden clogs and sporting a straight moustache ordered the technicians operating computers in a low voice, their expressions grim.
The technicians nodded, swiftly typing on the keyboard, the crisp sound of "click clack" was incessant as they began infiltrating top-secret military satellites to locate Ye Huan's phone number!
One of the seve ...
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