"A diary? Heh, Jiang Feng, the precondition for the agreement between you and me has not been met!" Mecheng said, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
Seeing that he had made it clear he would not hand over the diary, I turned to look at Dead Face, hoping he might help.
Yet Dead Face stood there like a statue, not moving an inch, showing no intention of helping at all.
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