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"0791001, your meeting with Takeuch Nakashiro went smoothly, right?"
Li Pan lifted his head and saw the bald man beside the operating table,
"Oh, relax, Priest. Met him, and he was still hopping around alive and kicking."
"Good, then. Do you have any thoughts about it?"
"Thoughts? Well, I caught a whiff of fishiness from that Saburou's cigar. He must've had some sashimi on his private plane, right?
Priest, have you ever eaten salmon?"
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Li Pan, with his hands in his pockets, strolled over to the side of the operating table,
"I haven't. I used to kill fish for others, but despite killing so many, I never got to eat them myself. Because stealing a bite would get your hand chopped off, and the person chopped up and thrown into the pond to feed the fish.
