Clovis Branch of the Northern Chamber of Commerce, VIP reception room.

As the evening approached, Philip Roland, who was standing by the window smoking a cigar, looked at the street scene that was about to sink into the night, frowning slightly.

Well, mainly because there is really nothing to see.

A thick gray fog enveloped the sky, and the snow mixed with dust dyed the street black. Pedestrians passing by hurriedly walked on the straight and dirty street without any twists and turns. There was almost no difference in style in their clothes.

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