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After glancing at the unfamiliar number, Qiu Tu clicked on the message.
It contained only a brief sentence, "Agent Qiu, I have information you might be interested in. If you wish to cooperate, please come to Milan Grand Hotel at 8 p.m. tonight for a talk."
Seeing this message, Qiu Tu stroked his chin and silently pondered.
Which fish had taken the bait this time?
City Hall? The military? The other branches of the Qin Family? Or perhaps an anti-government organization?
Moreover, could this mysterious number have a connection to Qin Shuman? Or was it just an outsider?
Because of the limited information, Qiu Tu could not determine it for the time being.
However... what he could be sure of was that he now faced an intriguing choice:
Master Qin Si or the mysterious person?
Zhizhen Grand Hotel or Milan Grand Hotel?
Thinking this, Qiu Tu's gaze became unfathomable.....
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Time passed by the minute and second, and soon, several hours had flown by.
7 p.m.
