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... ith Shang Lu, his drunken eyes hazily lifting the glass and downing it once again. Within just a few minutes, he had nestled into the couch and fallen asleep.

As for Shang Lu... he had almost spent the entire night unable to sleep.

...

The next day, at nine o'clock in the early morning.

Shang Lu drove alone to the vicinity of the Li family villa. The sky was overcast with a thin mist, the sunlight blocked out by the dense clouds above.

He was still wearing ...

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