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... e.”

Kuro walked to the round table and sat directly on the chair. He glanced at them and said, “I hope never to meet you. You do your thing and I will do mine. We will not disturb each other, but sometimes there is no other way. I am not at ease with your combat power outside.”

“Hey… are you so straightforward? I signed a contract with you,” William said.

“Isn’t that thing just a piece of paper? If you don’t want to be it, no one can stop you, but…”

Kuro glanced a ...

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