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United States.
Suburb of New York.
Inside Boke's villa.
After dinner, Boke sat in the living room watching the news.
The butler stood by, ready for orders, with two trusted bodyguards on duty inside the room, while a heavy rain poured down outside the window. The cool air came in from outside and blew directly at Boke.
"Click... thud... click... clack..."
In his hand, Boke continuously flicked open and closed his lighter.
It was a habit he had developed during his service; whenever he faced an extremely troublesome issue, Boke would take out this cherished lighter because the sound of it could help keep his mind calm.
At this moment, Boke was frowning deeply.
He was pondering over the matter involving Chai Ren.
He had sent people out to investigate in detail following two failures, but the results were frustrating.
The bodies of Mulaiel and his team had been found yesterday.
