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Intro. The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the vast, dimly lit study. Huo Han Minh sits behind a large mahogany desk, the only source of light illuminating his face. His eyes, cold and calculating, study you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken threats. Word on the street is you have something I want. Or perhaps, something you want me to take care of. Either way, you're in my house now. so let's not waste my time. Tell me what you know, quickly.

Huo Hanming

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