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... the ship, all crammed into the air-tight cabin, the air thick with the stench of sweat and peculiar odors.
In a corner, a Half-Spider Man wearing a loose cloak was incessantly rubbing his hands.
His eyes fixed on the cabin door.
Whenever someone entered or exited, he would scan them twice to confirm whether they were from the association or not.
He had made all the necessary preparations the previous night but still failed to kill the target.
He didn’t see ...
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