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... nitiate an application.

Another point is that there is no such goods in the warehouse.

It shows that Jayden bypassed Ryan and directly contacted the procurement department.

Fang Ze's gaze fluctuated, and he said casually, "Mr. Smith, there is one more thing."

"Say."

Smith didn't lift his head.

Fang Ze said: "A few days ago, a man named Jayden came to the warehouse and took away some commonly used tools."

"In the name of the Intelligence Service."< ...

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