Imperial capital.

In a high-end property.

Wu Yifan was listening to the report of a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary clothes: "Mr. Wu, I'm really sorry. I've been investigating the magic capital for a few days, and I can't complete the task you assigned. And it was warned by the relevant units. Here is the deposit and principal you paid, not a single cent, sorry. ”

After saying that, the middle-aged man got up and said goodbye.

Wu Yifan's face was gloomy.

Habitually touching his cheeks, although the last slap mark has been erased, it is engraved on his heart like an imprint.

Bang!

Kicked over the stool in front of him.

Slammed into the TV in front of him.

"It's okay, Zhou Pleiades......

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