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... Instead, he waited downstairs in the side hall.
The blonde-haired man looked very pale. At first glance, he seemed very sickly. He glanced at Morey mildly and said in a mocking tone, “Do you think anything is going to change?”
Cold sweat broke out on Morey’s back. He lowered his head and replied. “The Weapons Bureau might be willing to do us a favor.”
“Us?” Rocco pursed his lips which were bereft of color. “I might die any moment. Why should they care about me?”
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