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... up’s power armor was equipped with a full set of combat systems, in front of the King of Angels, they were like infants wielding wooden sticks.
"Have you become a member of the Ouroboros too, Mr. Justice?"
Ota struggled to lift the turret, speaking in a rough voice.
The atmosphere in the casino suddenly turned icy cold.
The gamblers froze in place, as they watched the old man leisurely sip the spicy liquor, then tense his face toward everyone:
"Bullshit!" ...
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