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... hand, still holding the phone, slowly lowered until he set it down on the table beside him.
Guards? That was surprising enough.
But professional guards?
Now he was listening.
If the comment had come from just anyone else, Chrono might’ve brushed it off. Maybe assumed it was a rookie mistaking a few security cameras or hired muscle for something more than they were. But this wasn’t just anyone, this was Na. And if he said they were professionals, then they were. ...
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