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Tearing faces?
Wu Jie glanced at Xu Dongbing with a sneer and chuckled:
"With that face of yours, disfigurement passes for plastic surgery! Do you even need to tear it up?"
Xu Dongbing glanced at the door of the room but didn't see any other plainclothes officers coming in.
Although he felt somewhat uneasy, he was still quite confident.
After all, he didn't have any evidence of a crime, and if there were police around, Wu Jie wouldn't dare harm him easily.
"Mr. Wu sure loves to joke! I kindly brought my brothers over to help you. Do you have any old or new scores to settle with me?"
"If I remember correctly, we're meeting for the first time today, right?"
"You couldn't be holding a grudge against me because of some past issue with my godfather Xu Changshan?"
"A son paying for his father's debt, that should be Xu Xinyi's deal, right? Moreover, both father and daughter are dead!"
Wu Jie flicked the ash from his cigarette and spoke bluntly:
