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Especially since this person was his boss, the feeling was unbearable. The meal was so tasteless it was like chewing wax, and anyone who ate it would understand. It was already late at night. There were no stars or moon in the sky, and the street lamps gave off only a dim yellow light. In a secluded, remote alley, a man kept his head down and hurried forward. He wore a cap and, from time to time