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While Mabel Cooper gave him a chicken leg, her bright eyes glared at him fiercely, "Comrade Old King, will you die if you don't have any sarcastic remarks? Isn't the chicken leg big enough to block your mouth?"
"True that, I feel Old King is just being jealous." Fabian Lane filled Yves King's glass with wine.
"Jealous? Envious of your director position?" Yves King chuckled, "Old Lane, with your limited skills. If I were to join the public security team, you would soon be out of a job."
"Well, come on then! I could recommend you for a role in public security without an interview, as long as you are willing to work," Fabian Lane tempted him.
Mabel's eyes also lit up slightly and although she knew the possibilities were slim, she couldn't help but contribute, "Yves King, Old Lane is right. Everyone needs a proper job, don't they?"