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"Pah! Talk about bad luck..."

The guard holstered his baton and walked off, casting a few more insults over his shoulder with every third step.

"He..."

The boss glanced between the guard and Han Feng, back and forth, struggling to find the words. He seemed at a loss for what to say.

"Enough with the 'he-he-he'! Master Zhi is still in the bathroom!"

Dragging the boss along

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