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... he elite’s banquet tables faded quickly in Lin Feng’s rearview mirror—literally and metaphorically. One moment, he was clinking glasses with Crimson Circle members under chandeliers; the next, he was standing on cracked pavement, staring at a forgotten corner of the old city.
No golden lighting. No polished cutlery. Just dust, rust, and tension.
A man in a cheap leather jacket approached, cigarette tucked behind one ear and a wary glint in his eyes. "You’re Lin Feng?"
"I ...
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