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The next morning, Sir Ren sat at the head of a long, polished table in his office, sipping his coffee and watching the city come to life through the wide glass windows.

His phone rang, interrupting his quiet moment. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Jan, his right-hand man at the drug warehouse headquarters. A rare early-morning call from him. Sir Ren's brows furrowed as he answered the call.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice calm but curious.

There was a brief pause on the other end, and then the gruff voice of his trusted lieutenant came through, laced with tension. “Boss, we’ve got a problem.”

Sir Ren straightened a bit“What kind of problem?”

The man’s voice lowered as if he feared someone might overhear, despite being miles away. “We had some buyers come through yesterday. Said they wanted a large supply. Real big operation.”

Ren’s eyes narrowed. “And?”

“They were asking questions, boss. Too many questions. And they wanted to meet you, face to face.”

Sir Ren’s mind raced
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