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On the street.

The tattooed young man was bleeding from his left arm and ran wildly.

A few minutes later, in a dark alley, a tattooed young man leaned against the wall with a phone and said, "Damn it, the matter has not been done, the police have an ambush!"

"Impossible! This news has not been missed!" the person on the phone responded with a frown.

"It must have been leaked, I've hit it!" The tattooed young man insisted: "We were targeted, sure...!"

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District 8, Yanbei City.

A middle-aged man sat in an office of hundreds of square meters, drank coffee and asked, "Who is in District 7?"

"Xiaoyu and Xiaotong are all there, as if they are going to go back to Songjiang together." The man sitting next to him replied softly.

Middle-aged man crossed his legs and thought for a while and said, "Xiaoyu can't practice anymore. He is not very stable. Before you ask Xiaotong to go to Fengbei, arrange the group of people in the student union. The advanced research class is about to start. Let's follow the previous method and contact us if you should."

"Mr. Han, Songjiang's cake is unfair." The man reminded him.

"Wu Di clearly wants to promote the new Qin Yu. For him, a person with no background is his own person." Middle-aged responded with a smile: "But I don't think Wu Di will not touch our fundamental interests, so it's nothing to make concessions appropriately. Big deals cannot be done by one person. We should have a good deal, but we still have to have them."
Chapter completed!