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After the dinner, Shen Xichuan was escorted back to the car by the leaders. His entourage opened the car door for him respectfully. Dressed in a suit, he did not forget to turn around and greet them.
"President Shen! Take care!"
"President Shen, we'll meet again next time! Please take care of our project!"
"Sure, sure! Everyone, I, Shen Xichuan, have always been a straightforward person!" he said with a smile and with a cigarette in his mouth. Then, he turned around, got into the luxury car, and lay down inside!
The Rolls-Royce drove slowly. Shen Xichuan was lying in the leather chair with a smug smile on his smug face. He just smiled and felt a chill under his body, as if there was something on the chair that seeped into his clothes bit by bit. He reached out to touch it, and it was cold and soft... and his hand full of blood!