Two cars pulled out of the gate. Ning Jie tilted his head toward the door, leaned against the sofa, and dozed off.
At half-past two in the afternoon, Master Strategist and Dashuang stepped out of the railway station.
Master Strategist had a refined look and definitely belonged to the unconventional crowd. Dressed in a Zhongshan suit with a fountain pen tucked into his breast pocket, he looked like an educated man—full of bad intentions.
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