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When Derek Finley and Bruce Conner arrived at Felix Swift's box, the man had a pile of wine in front of him. Several empty bottles were put aside, which showed that he had just drunk a lot alone, but his face was still as usual, and he could not see whether he was drunk or not. The two men looked at each other, and if it was anyone sitting here drinking, they probably wouldn't be so surprised. But this is Felix Swift, who has always been insensitive to such nerve-numbing things as alcohol, and seldom drinks so much even at social gatherings. In other words, what must have happened for a man like him to drown his sorrows? "Is it lovelorn?" Derek Finley was so outspoken that Felix Swift, who was pouring wine with his head down, smashed the bottle in his hand on the table and looked coldly at it. "So late and so much nonsense?" Hearing what he said, the two of them could not ask any more questions, so they sat d