(Anti-Theft Chapter, will replace later...)
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In South City, at the top floor of Dingfeng Building.
Behind the bulletproof floor-to-ceiling glass window, a tall man stood.
This man, with striking eyebrows and features, had eyes that were not the common brown or black of Asians, but a murky blue.
His iris was very small and when he fixed his gaze on someone, it carried an intense oppressive feeling that made people subconsciously unable to meet his eyes.
His left hand in the pocket of his suit trousers, and his right hand holding a pricey cigar.
The cigar was still smoldering, emitting a faint wispy smoke.
A light and slow footstep sounded, and a pair of tender white feet fell on the plush carpet, as they approached him.
The woman was very thin, dressed in a black cheongsam that was slit almost up to her thigh, bare-legged and barefooted. She knelt beside him, brushing away the cigar ash that was dropping onto the carpet near his feet with the small brush in her hand.
