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... Darcx asked him, "Boss, where are you going?"

Shi Lang said, "The underground boxing arena I want to visit one of them to see what they are playing at."

Darcx stood up and said, "Should I accompany you?"

Shi Lang shook his head and said, "No need, I just want to confirm if there is a mole behind us or if the people behind the syndicate are really clairvoyant."

Darcx did not get to say the next thing when Shi Lang came out of the room and closed the door. He moved ...

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