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“Correct. We need to find out what actually happened thirteen years ago.” Xu Lan nodded affirmatively.


“Alright. Xie San, do a search on what transpired thirteen years ago in that mine in Chengdu. Dig up on our criminal who thinks it’s never too late to take revenge!”


“Yes!”


Since everyone was there, Meng Chengjun expressed his desire to treat everyone to a meal and do the honors as a host. ...

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