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... he was willing to cooperate with them.

“Before we start asking questions, shouldn’t we properly introduce ourselves?” Zhang Nu suggested. “You already know me—my name is Zhang Nu. This is Liu Hai.”

“And you? What’s your name?” Zhang Nu asked.

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The young man didn’t hesitate. He answered calmly and without any change in his expression, as if such introductions were a matter of no importance.

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