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... smelled like dust and ghosts. The kind of place that forgot what progress looked like. Lin Feng stepped out of a low-profile sedan—not the usual sleek luxury type that screamed for attention—and pulled in the cold air with a calm breath.
The message from Xu Shanyue hadn’t been a taunt. It was a door creaking open.
A whispered challenge: "Let’s see if your influence has roots... or if it’s just noise."
The streets were cracked. Boards covered windows like eyelids afraid to ...
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