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... , on the rooftop of a hotel in Country M
A slender, shapely woman stands facing the wind, clad in black clothes, black hair, and a black mask, exuding a commanding presence.
A group of black-clad bodyguards wearing earpieces enter one after another, forcing her into a corner.
The cold wind whips around, making her clothes flutter noisily.
"Rakshasa, hand over the goods. You have nowhere to run."
"The Dark Tower has made quite an effort this time, but..." t ...
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