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"What are you really here for, Han Mochen?" Huo Siyu said with a hint of impatience on his face.

Han Mochen was synonymous with death, and trouble always accompanied him.

Han Mochen? A trace of confusion appeared on Dongfang's face.

The name was too unfamiliar, he had never heard of it before.

He had been involved in the underworld for years – how could such a skilled person be a nobody?

With a refined smile on his face, Han Mochen said, "Are you sure you won't invite me to sit down?"

"I just want to see you out," Huo Siyu said, though he took a seat on the sofa himself.

Han Mochen consciously sat down following Huo Siyu, still smiling as he praised Dongfang, "Your self-control is not bad."

Otherwise, just now it wouldn't have been a faint, but a head rolling on the ground.

In an instant, Dongfang was on full alert, yet he no longer looked toward Han Mochen.

A master who can take hypnotism to such a level must not be met with the eyes, and preferably not even seen at all.