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"Do you think we're all the same... not really good people?" Sitting in the living room, Martin glanced at Pan Qi, who still had no idea what had happened.

Pan Qi shook her head; she no longer knew who exactly was sitting beside her. Initially, she just wanted to save her father, but the other party merely had a brief chat with Marquis Conrad, and all the problems that troubled her were resolved.

"Our way of doing things isn't much different from theirs; we're just stronger and kill without restraint, which allows us to show off in front of them," Martin said as he fiddled with the ring on his hand, speaking to himself.

"Because we're alike, they understand how we operate and are familiar with our methods... and so do we. That's why we know when to pay and when to pull out a gun; hence, I get along... quite well with them," he said and pulled out a cigarette case, then glanced at Pan Qi and somewhat awkwardly stuffed it back into his pocket.

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