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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Rao Rong was just about to speak when the door opened.
The staff turned around.
Someone walked in. The man wore a dark coloured trench coat and a pure white shirt inside, giving off a cold and noble aura. The sharp and handsome face was half covered by a pure black mask. The cold pale skin and curve of his face was like a piece of jade.
He looked as though he had walked out of a manga, his legs long and slender, a faint nonchalance in his eyes.
In spite of the noise around him, it didn't seem to affect him at all.
The staff was wondering what this sort of young master was doing here. Why would he appear somewhere like the internet cafe?
Just then, he walked over slowly.
The staff didn't understand, but there was an indescribable oppressive force. It was very much like the ending boss in the games.
"Sir…" The staff hadn't finished his sentence.
There was a smile in his boss's voice. "Why are you here again?"