Christina lay on the table, trying to fiddle with her new phone—

There was indeed a long motorcade speeding up just now and stopped at the gate of the food stall.

Two men wearing black sunglasses walked in, opened the suitcase, and solemnly handed the phone to him.

"Your courier."

After the two men in sunglasses spoke politely, they slowly exited the food stall, got into the car, and the entire convoy drove away.

"This is the fast

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