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... f paint, barely resembled a person. That was no police officer, it was clearly Quentin Jennings.
Quentin retrieved a small electronic watch from his coat pocket, pressed a button, and wore a pitiful expression: "Boss, I’ve been beaten down by a little girl. Can you come pick me up?"
Endless silence came from the other end of the phone, and Quentin knew he was doomed.
Sure enough, after struggling back to Desmond Fairchild’s side, he received no sympathy from his superior, ...
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