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... o hold back for now and picked up his phone to make a call.
"Hello, Wen Yan."
"Hey, bro, what's up?"
"It's me."
On the other side, Wen Yan's eyes immediately narrowed when he heard that tone.
"Brother Gou, what is it?"
"Your old bro was just doing his usual job today. Got a case of a normal death, a young lady who even donated her corneas. Then I found someone had hammered a wooden spike into her skull. I pulled it out, and resentment started gushi ...
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