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... to assess the landscape. But his respite was short-lived. Within two minutes, the distinctive roar of motorcycle engines filled the air again.
Wang Yun glanced over his shoulder to find ten motorcycles closing in on him at high speed.
Sticky as gum, he muttered, a frown settling on his face.
By now, he surmised that he must be under surveillance. In this age, the streets were teeming with cameras, making it all too easy to track someone. As long as he remained within the ...
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