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Orlando, the middle-aged man in the green robe, trembled with rage. Words failed to capture the depth of his resentment.

He charged toward Sam Moreels, his intention crystal clear: he was out for a direct confrontation.

"Dakki, be ready to deploy your Charisma Control skill at a moment's notice!"

"Huhuhu... Nothing must go wrong!"

"Damn..