"Jack Jones, 24 years old, underground racer, makes a living from gambling, a member of the American 'Holy Gate' organization..." Patrick Li saw the photo of the Ferrari on the computer screen, as well as the red-haired American wearing sunglasses captured by the surveillance camera. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled and said to Brandon Geng, "The one who saved you and me from being involved in the viaduct accident."
Brandon Geng's face looked bad since he saw Patrick Li appear in this coffee shop.
The man from Northeast China crossed his arms and said in a rough voice: "Nominally, you are still my boss, and you also funded the construction of this coffee shop, but now someone is hunting you! The CIA, MI6...including this underworld organization called the Holy Gate, and you still asked me to meet here? Superpowers can't stop sniper rifles!"
"It can't be stopped for now." Patrick Li picked up the cup and took a sip carelessly. "Red Dragon concealed some information. They will not take the initiative to tell the psychics what extent the psychic control can be achieved!"
The cup was swung and the steaming brown liquid splashed out. The process was slowed down several times. After the coffee spread out in a fan shape, it suddenly shrank and fell back into the cup.
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