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That must have taken place within the Rama Project District. At that time, there were still a few months before "Zhu Rong" stole the information.
David took a group of people out for a BBQ under the pretext of "building relationships."
Yawgmoth and Xiang Shan were a team. Xiang Shan placed a thick string of bacon on the charcoal fire to grill.
"Yog." Xiang Shan was facing Yawgmoth and began to speak.
Yawgmoth was wearing headphones, rotating the barbecue while nodding his head, seemingly not hearing him.
So Xiang Shan lifted a large metal skewer threaded with chicken wings and tapped it on the edge of the grill: "Yog."
Yawgmoth pulled down one earphone: "Huh?"
"Just asking," Xiang Shan said, "I'm just purely curious, nothing else. You can ponder this riddle yourself. It's just... those things the FBI is accusing you of, did you... well..."
"Did I do it?" Yawgmoth stared at Xiang Shan, his hand ceasing to turn the meat.
