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... e end of last year. So, I staked out. Now that the prosecutors have secured the CCTV footage, everything will soon come to light.

According to Jang Moon-Ki's words, there was a high possibility that Choi Jun-Woo would appear at Club BLUE today as well.

At that moment, Oh Duk-Gu, having exchanged greetings with the staff on-site, approached me as he buttoned up his coat.

"Brr, it's cold. What are you up to?"

"Oh, I'm pondering over the casting proposal for Lee Ji-Y ...

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