毕竟，他只是一个寻常不过的商人罢了。

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London was always safe but boring in the 1980s.

Lance was sitting on the sofa, with a cup of cool tea beside him and a newspaper in his hands. It was weird for nobody would read newspapers at this time in the evening.

"What a dull day. "He sighed.

Lance pushed his large glasses up the bridge of nose, sipping the cold black tea. He liked bitter things, which helped him clear his minds and stimulate his senses.

A lamp of Baker Street flickered into darkness, the only sound in the night was the slight click of a cigarette lighter. Somebody clicked it again, and another lamp flickered into darkness. Soon, the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance.

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