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The meeting room had been cleaned, but only five people remained inside.
A man sat before the projector screen, dressed in a green suit embroidered with golden threads. His long hair framed his face, radiating the aura of someone who wore the mask of goodness but exuded something far more sinister underneath.
Renji Hayashi, the Guardian of Asia, sat there with one leg crossed over the other, sipping his tea as if the meeting had all the time in the world.
Next to him stood Zhao Lian, her tight black outfit hugging her body like a second skin. The professional skirt and top enhanced every delicious curve of her tall, statuesque frame. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, her large breasts pressing firmly against her fitted shirt, sending a current of sexual energy that practically charged the air around her.
