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In just ten minutes, Mu Fan had reappeared in the banquet hall, still dressed in his tidy and handsome tailor shop uniform, with his leather shoes polished to a shine before entering.
The crowd in the hall was more than halved from before he left, yet it was still bustling. Gurgle, he was a bit hungry again, so he casually grabbed a piece of fruit cream cake and dialed Harry's Sky Communication.
Harry answered almost instantly, somewhat surprising Mu Fan. Picking up the Sky Communication, Mu Fan was just about to speak but was interrupted by Harry's string of hurried questions, "Mu Fan, you're back!? Great, how's the situation? Hurry over!"
What's going on here, why is he more anxious than I am? Mu Fan was a bit dazed by the barrage over Harry's Sky Communication, even the fruit cake in his hand hadn't been bitten yet.
All Mu Fan could say was alright, inquiring about the room, it was the East Side No. 1 VIP Gate.
