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November 6th, evening.
Inside a private room of a bar in Sapporo, it was packed with people.
Aoyama Xiu Xin sat in the middle of the sofa.
A group of burly American youths, either black or white, stood across the table in front of him. Those who didn’t know might have thought he was selecting male models.
Everyone stared at Aoyama Xiu Xin with fervent eyes, puffing up their chests to show their best side.
"Ladies and gentlemen, th ...
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