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... ne, leaned back in his boss chair, and put his legs up on the desk, letting the buxom secretary beside him light his cigar.
He exhaled smoke and smiled with contempt, his facial scar twitching: "Franco, that trash, handed over the Philosopher’s Stone so quickly, he’s such a coward. How is he supposed to serve the Goddess without any spirit of sacrifice?"
"If he wants to fight, let him fight. It’s broad daylight, so many people are watching, he wouldn’t dare beat you to death!" ...
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