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... seem to work for a long time. He had severely underestimated the ability of his pursuers.

Currently, he could tell that there weren't any Supremes showing up around. It was very odd, but it seemed that the Crimson hadn't deemed him as a sufficient threat. But, that shouldn't be the case when he had destroyed their entrance. The only explanation here was the fact that they knew it was Max.

And, because of this, they didn't send out Supremes as it would be a waste of ability. It a ...

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