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The table Jiang Hanwei chose was in the middle of the night market. In this way, no matter what direction there is, it will not be too far away, making it easy to observe. Xieqin Ma Hualong and Lu Xiangbiao sat on his left and right respectively. Gradually, he noticed the man two tables away. There were several plates of night market dishes on the man's table, which were barely touched, and a packet of soft Chinese noodles was thrown on the table. A nearly empty beer bottle stood on the edge of the table. The man looked bored, as if waiting for something. His eyes, which were a bit dull from drinking, followed the passing woman for a long distance without blinking. Sure enough, not long after, he finally made the move and inserted the empty beer bottle, mouth down, into the hole in the middle of the leisure table used for parasols. Jiang Hanwei felt excited, his heart was beating powerfully, and he was full of encouragement before taking action.
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