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... eter was blatantly obvious. The man wasn't interested in how strong he was, but rather who he was.
As if staring at me like that would suddenly give you new information.
Arbold fixed his gaze on Keter and glared, trying to intimidate him.
What a pathetic move.
Keter kicked the table leg toward him.
Thud!
Arbold took the corner of the table right in the gut and slumped forward, his head hanging low. One of his underlings, who had been standing nearb ...
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