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... ght’s confrontation. Lin Feng sat at the rooftop café of the Jin’an District Business Club, sipping coffee that had long gone cold. Across from him, Qian Juxiao flipped through a dossier with a quiet intensity, the leather gloves in his lap signaling he was ready for more than business.
"You realize," Qian said without looking up, "what you did last night has ripple effects. Luo Zixuan’s proxies are retracting like bruised snakes. But bruised snakes bite hardest."
Lin Feng smiled ...
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