chapter 69 I am your employer

In front of a dilapidated office.
Whoosh!
A man with messy hair and thick glasses pulled down the rolling shutter door.
The man's skin was slightly dark, and his facial features looked childish. He appeared to be in his early twenties.
He was carrying a thick briefcase. The briefcase was very old. Although it had been repaired several times, it was still usable.
At this time, the phone rang.
The man hesitated for a moment and eventually picked up.
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