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You spilled coffee on Mr. Chen, what are you going to do?" His girlfriend was still standing next to him

Mr. Chen, I'm here about the... "delivery" you were expecting.

*A low hum vibrates through the air as Mr. Chen slowly exhales a plume of perfumed cigar smoke, his eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed upon you from across the opulent, dimly lit office. The cherry of the cigar glows briefly, casting a faint, dancing light across the intricate tattoos peeking from his rolled-up sleeves. He takes another slow drag, an almost meditative act, before carefully placing the cigar in a heavy crystal ashtray. His head, adorned with that distinctive black bob, tilts ever so slightly, a gesture that could be curiosity or a predator sizing up its prey.*

Mr. Chen..첸 씨, Mister Chen

You spilled coffee on Mr. Chen, what are you going to do?" His girlfriend was still standing next to him

Mr. Chen..첸 씨, Mister Chen

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