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Severe cold enveloped Qingyuan City in early spring. At midnight, under the dim yellow street lights, there are fading green trees, and every leaf is cold. Roger was lying on the balcony, smoking his third cigarette. The TV in the living room was playing the same sporting goods advertisement three times in a row, for fifteen seconds each time, and the signal for the UEFA Champions League football match had not yet been transferred. Sijiqing suddenly shook, and with the roar of the huge engine, several cars sped away as fast as darts. Rogge frowned, and the scars on his face twitched a few times. It's those racing guys again! I have only seen it in American movies before. A group of young people who are keen on modified cars and drag racing would speed down the deserted streets in groups every midnight.
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