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Jackson didn't answer immediately. He stood motionless in the middle of the hotel lobby, the constant movement of people flowing around him like water around a stone. Guests rolled expensive luggage toward the revolving doors, receptionists welcomed new arrivals with practised smiles, and somewhere behind him, someone laughed loudly at a joke that seemed completely out of place in the moment. None of it registered. The only voice Jackson heard was the one coming through his phone, calm, measured, and unmistakably familiar. Master Liang had always possessed the rare ability to remain composed no matter how dire the circumstances. During training, Jackson had watched the old man face situations that would have unsettled almost anyone else, yet his expression had never betrayed even the slig
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