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n drawn back, and the warm rays spread across the floor. The room was luxurious, with a pale violet hue throughout. The decor had a distinctly medieval Roman feel, with several murals adorning the wa...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."y alone to review the files. Recently, he had resumed contact with the inner workings of the Mafia. Mo Ye and Mo Jue, along with Mo Chen, had all started to reintroduce him to the entire organization....