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... ho’s plea echoed through the narrow hallway before he was silenced by a punch, causing him to stagger, pain shooting into his head.
"Shut up, Isho. I don’t need your bloody credits."
A burly boy pulled back his hand, chuckling at the mess he created.
"I’m only doing you a favor. You have no talent, so you’d be a nice punching bag for my skills."
Bandar smirked, raising his hand again.
Isho grimaced, prepared to take another hit, but the blow never came. ...
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