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Just as Wan Kun was about to approach Ren Feifan, a tall and burly man with meticulously combed hair walked in from outside. The man was draped in a black cloak and wore shiny leather shoes, with a cigar clamped in his mouth—truly embodying the aura of a mob boss straight out of a movie.
And behind him followed dozens of men in black.
These men in black poured into the lobby of the Feifan Pharmaceutical pilot plant, neatly lining up in two rows, standing straight with their hands behind their backs in a straddle stance.
Majestic and awe-inspiring, their presence suggested that were they to engage, people would die!
"Brother Long!"
The shout shook the heavens, as if afraid that others wouldn't know.
Brother Long nodded and waved his hand dismissively, walking inside with a playful look on his face.
The people who had been planning to leave shrank back into the corners, scared still by a scene that seemed ripped right from a film.
