Returning to his seat and picking up a piece of paper, Virus wrote an address on it before saying, "Alright, you can send the painting and the corpse to this place. I'll be taking the Pink Star, the pendant, and the Red-Crystals with me. Goodbye." After picking them up, standing up together with his companions, he threw one last glance at the western beauty, the redhead Atish, before walking toward the door and exiting with Amara and others who were following closely behind.
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Strolling outside the hotel, the trio was just saying their farewells to the old Chairman when a burst of crazy laughter interrupted their sweet time, "Hahahaha…"
'Who's this nutjob?!' After this same question popped right into the mind of all of them, they turned their head in the direction of the mad laughter only to witness a familiar face… Fan Tong!
"We meet again." Wearing an evil grin, Fan Tong mouthed.
