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The moment I finished speaking, the middle-aged man put down his chopsticks and turned around to look at me. He then asked indifferently,

"How do we chat? What's there to talk about? "

He had to admit that this middle-aged man had a strong aura about him. Even someone as confident as me could feel a sense of oppression from him.

But I still smiled, pointed at Zhuo Er beside me