4th floor of the bank.

Jiang Gu Ling carefully drilled out of the vent, and through the one-way glass on the door panel, he watched a group of three mobile players gradually walk away.

He wiped off the inconspicuous sweat on his forehead, exhaled, turned around and wiped off the shoe prints on the table with a rag.

There is also a sigh of emotion, the vent is indeed the omnipotent hiding place.

He touched the still sore left cheek with his wrist, and was about to leave the room that had been searched.

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