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[TIME: 9:00 AM (The Next Morning)]
Victory didn’t taste like champagne. It tasted like copper and painkillers.
Ren Wu woke up on the leather couch in the CEO’s office of the Last Stop Factory.
He didn’t open his eyes immediately. He ran a system diagnostic.
His ribs were knitting together, but slowly. The [Imperial Edict] he had used to crush Wang Bo had drained his battery to the red zone.
He felt hollowed out—like a machine running on fumes.
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