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At a certain high class clubhouse.

An Lin sat on the sofa coldly, looked at Wang Biao in front of him and asked sternly: "Didn't you ask someone to capture him? Where was he? Why isn't he here yet? I want to see that little bitch! "

Wang Biao stood in front of An Lin with his tall and big body, looking to please him with a humble smile: "Miss An Lin