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When Wu Liang walked out of the gate of the jail and saw the old acquaintance black jacket, he couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. This black jacket was not a good thing. It was always tormenting him, even more so than that full beard.

After being escorted into the police car by the two policemen, Wu Liang saw the box of Yuxi cigarettes in the driver's seat with a glance