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... yal appearance. It’s also good if you look like you have a lot of desires. Then you will be selected as his guard. Wait for the opportunity to kill him.}


It wasn’t like Dark-Sound personally came looking for him.


Dark-Sound’s voice whispered in his ear as he was walking down the streets of Alliance City, the night sky darkening.


“After killing Flame-Hell… What next?”


Choi Hyuk mumbled inwardly. He heard Dark-Sound& ...

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