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... ed to see Mo Qian but quickly regained her composure. Taking advantage of Yamamoto Yu’s momentary distraction, she forcefully pulled her hand back and walked up to Mo Qian.
Mo Qian had his suit jacket draped over one arm. His shirt was slightly disheveled, the sleeves rolled high above his elbows. He had clearly rushed over, as his chest was still rising and falling with labored breaths.
Meanwhile, two men in black stood at the door, their faces bearing bruises and cuts; neither ...
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