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... itened by the years.
At the round table in the center of the bar, an old man with white hair and a centipede scar fiercely drew on his cigar, crushed the butt in the ashtray, then turned to look at the elder sitting not far away.
"Old Dog, why hasn’t the boss arrived yet."
"He’s been contacted, should be here any minute." said the elder hidden in the shadows, as he stood up, revealing a half-cyborg face, and raised his glass to the inquiring old man.
Just then, th ...
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