Okira Ryuzo sat in his office, dressed in a suit and leather shoes. His sitting posture was upright and full of tension, like a leopard leaping out of the jungle, giving off an oppressive feeling of choosing people to devour.
In Ban City, especially within the industry that he was in charge of, Okira Ryuzo did indeed have the nickname "Leopard Head Specialist", which was circulated in private conversations among people. One referred to his spirit, and the other referred to the old scars on his face.
He did not mind this nickname, and he even intended to "keep improving" on this basis, because this was the medal of his many years in the field of ability users, and it was the symbol that he was most proud of.
But now, the posture was still there, and he looked around, but he could not find a target to exert force on.
Outside his office, his subordinates were hurrying back and forth, all moving and processing all kinds of documents, preparing for the sale and handover work that was coming soon.
This made him feel even more that the foundation of his career had collapsed — to be exact, it should be a sense of powerlessness.
His real goal had always been there, but in the face of a behemoth like the "Amaterasu Cult," in the face of the extreme power of two Extraordinaries, let alone an old leopard like him whose claws and teeth were blunt, even if the entire Great Marsh Cult staked everything on one throw and fought with all their might, what was the point?
More importantly, just the thought of this rebellious resistance made one feel uneasy!
Just as he was sighing, his secretary called and asked for instructions, "Specialist, I'm sorry to disturb you, but we have received two quotations for the processing plant..."
Okira Ryuzo's attitude was strict, and his fangs and claws finally had a place to exert force, "Is it necessary to disturb me for this kind of thing?"
"I'm very sorry!"
"Tajima, you have to fulfill your due responsibility. Don't repeat this information before the deadline for the quotations."
"I'm sorry, Specialist, it's my problem." Secretary Tajima was panicking and repeatedly apologized with a trembling voice, very much in line with the image of a prey being hunted. She was also struggling to explain, "But one of the quotations came from Director Jiang. She and some of the factory staff jointly submitted a quotation, and we did not consider this situation."
"She?"
Okira Ryuzo was very surprised, and temporarily let go of the poor Secretary Tajima. After hanging up the communication, he opened the quotation and looked at it carefully. The more he looked, the more he frowned.
"What is she doing here?"
Jiang Zhong, a female scientist with a strange name, was born in the wilderness. In name, she was the technical director of the processing plant for sale, but it was just a title. Her real job was the project manager of President Song Ping's private research institute, and the two jobs were actually unrelated.
Oh, speaking of which, that project could be considered as the human resources department of the processing plant …
Of course, this was just a joke.
Did Madam Jiang really think that she was HR?
If it weren't for the quotation sheet, Ao Ping and Rong San wouldn't have known that Jiang Zhong had such a close relationship with the middle and basic staff in the processing plant. Judging from the labor cost of the processing plant every year, the people on the list of quotations would have to go bankrupt to gather enough money to pay for the purchase.
"What a charming woman!"
Okira Rong San is amazed. She has not been in Osaka for many years, and even has the title of "Remote Mentor", but how does she manage this network of interpersonal relationships?
Frankly speaking, at this time, Okirin Rong 3 clearly felt "offended". After all, he was the person in charge of the processing plant. Anyone who was in his position would have their self-esteem hurt if they were unaware that a "small circle" had been created right under their noses.
The problem was that he couldn't take revenge.
Because Madam Jiang's other identity was that she was a close friend of the president for many years … She was the kind of close person that would make people doubt the purity of the friendship between a man and a woman.
Okira Rong 3 was a little suspicious that the behavior of Jiang Zhong and the others was the president's idea. But soon he denied this idea:
Not to mention that the president didn't need to do this. In terms of relationship, although Jiang Zhong had the halo of "close friend", Okira Rong 3 wasn't bad either.
He grew up with the president, and he was seven or eight years older than the latter. He had always been the president's "henchman" and could be said to be the president's eyes and ears, as well as his confidant. If there really was some arrangement, there was no need to beat around the bush.
Okira Rong 3 gradually sorted out his thoughts. In the end, he still had to inform the president about this matter, but now the first problem was to figure out the plans of Jiang Zhong and the other bidders.
Even without considering the factor of Jiang Zhong, the middle-level backbone of the processing plant's joint quotation also reflected their serious uneasiness about the current situation — for the church, it was a bad sign that they had lost control.
At least, they didn't pass the "confidentiality" barrier.
Okira Rong 3 thought for a moment, then dialed the number according to the contact information on the quotation list …
The strange number brought a wonderful feeling. He was the actual person in charge of the processing plant, but he rarely interacted with the "technical director" of the factory, so he didn't even have a private contact number.
This lady didn't have any consciousness of working for the Great Ze Church or the Songping family. She was like a shadow that was neither close nor distant, hidden behind the "friendship" with the president.
When the phone was connected, Okira Rong 3 maintained a business-like attitude, but also added some elements of politeness and respect, "Hello, Jiang Zhong, I am Okira Rong 3 … Yes, I have received your quotation, and there are some details that need to be communicated.
"Oh, Jiang Zhong is in the factory? That's convenient, why don't we talk face to face?
"Tell everyone directly? Of course, we definitely have to talk, but Jiang Zhong, you are also a factory executive, you should understand that now is not a good time to talk between labor and management. It's hard for me to promise anything, after all, it happened suddenly, and there are considerable uncontrollable factors … "
The phone communication ended in a push and pull that lacked substantive progress.
In essence, this round of dialogue was beyond Okira Rong 3's expectations. He thought that this was a business or even political negotiation, but in the end, in front of him, it was clearly a union leader, and it was the hot-blooded version …
Ridiculous!
Didn't this woman say that she was born in the wilderness? She usually presided over such a project with a gloomy and treacherous style inside and out. How could she be so naive in doing things? Did she stay in civilized society for too long that she forgot what the wilderness looked like?
Osaka was not the wilderness, but the conflict brought about by survival and faith would only be more cruel than the disorderly wilderness. This was the situation faced by the Great Ze Church. If they couldn't bear it, they could either escape or die!
Well, an irresponsible person had already escaped first, in an extremely absurd way. The explanation from the headquarters shrine, was it really not a bad joke after drinking too much?
Okira Rong 3 pulled off his tie and exhaled heavily, letting the absurdity and depression in his chest have a channel to release. At this time, Secretary Tajima called again,
"Specialist …"
"I said don't disturb me!"
"The president is here, the submarine is parked at the inner dock."
"Huh?"
This place was only a few steps away from the inner dock.
While he was in a daze, the sound of a chair being pushed and pulled and Secretary Tajima's respectful greeting came from the outside. Aohei Rongzo hurriedly stood up, rearranged his tie, and buttoned up his suit. As soon as he finished the action, the outer door was opened after a deliberate knock.
The president of the Great Ze Church, Matsudaira Yoshio, strode in.
Okira Rong 3 hurriedly came out from behind the desk, bowed his head, and saluted, "President."
Matsudaira Yoshio was a man in the prime of his life who was less than fifty years old. He was skinny and had a casual crew cut. His slightly sunken face was also covered with a ring of stubble. He wore a casual suit without a tie, and his collar was open. He looked a little slovenly, giving off the feeling that he was more like an entrepreneur in the technology industry than the heir of a family shrine … In short, he didn't quite match the social atmosphere in Osaka.
However, Okira Rong 3 knew that this president was a meticulous and ruthless person. Otherwise, he would not have been able to quickly rise to the top in the traditional environment of Osaka where "old-school politics" prevailed.
In the entire Great Ze Church, only the head of the shrine and the "lord" were above Matsudaira Yoshio. However, those two rarely asked about worldly affairs, so as the actual controller of the Great Ze Church, Matsudaira Yoshio basically controlled the core power of the church, which happened in recent years.
Matsudaira Yoshio sat directly in the seat that originally belonged to Okira Rong 3. He stretched his body and was very relaxed, "Tonight, the TCC is holding a temporary coordination meeting. I came early, so I stopped by to have a seat."
Okira Rong 3 bowed his head again, "Thank you for your hard work, president."
"You don't have to pay attention to these etiquettes, sit down too."
Okira Rong 3 thanked him again and sat on the guest sofa, his back still straight. His body was stiff, but his brain was working at a high speed.
The TCC jumping out at this time gave people a very bad feeling.
The so-called "TCC" referred to the "Osaka Equal Trade Association." In essence, it was a coordination organization that was officially recognized by Osaka to connect legal enterprises and the gray areas such as vagrant exchanges. At present, it had basically become a platform for the organizations of the "Inner World" in Osaka to obtain and coordinate interests.
With the existence of the TCC in Osaka and the high and mighty Amaterasu Church, coupled with the numerous church organizations, the "Inner World"'s share of interests was greatly reduced … The ability user associations and the like had long been a mere figurehead.
Basically, the size of the voice of the various forces in the world of Osaka could be more accurately reflected in the organizational structure of the TCC.
The Great Ze Church was a member and director of the TCC, and had a certain degree of voice. However, that was only under normal circumstances. With the current situation in Osaka and the situation of the Great Ze Church, such a coordination meeting wouldn't turn into a censure meeting or something like that, right?
Okira Rong 3 was quite worried.
However, looking at Matsudaira Yoshio, this president who had only been in the position for a few years still maintained his usual demeanor. This made Okira Rong 3 admire him, but he also felt a little lucky.
Could there be room for adjustment regarding the news about that lord?
Okira Rong 3's mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, but in the end, it only took a few flashes of thought. On the other side, Matsudaira Yoshio had already started talking about the progress of the mission.
"Okira, you did a good job in raising funds. Currently, 17 million has been received, and the follow-up …
"In the next three days, we can guarantee another 20 to 30 million. However, a large amount of funds still needs to wait for the processing plant and other assets to be processed, which will take more than a week.
"A week, it's possible."
Really? Are you sure the Great Ze Church can still continue until then? Okira Rong 3's heart surged with pessimism again. This emotion came so violently that it caused him to temporarily lose control. The question that had been coiled in his heart blurted out:
"President, is it really as the abbot said, that 'lord' left Osaka?"
Matsudaira Yoshio did not respond, but just looked up at him. His thin face did not fluctuate, and his eyes were very calm, but it inexplicably made people feel a chill in their hearts.
Okira Rong 3 instantly bounced up from the sofa and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, President, I misspoke."
"Don't mind it, it's human nature for you to have such thoughts." Matsudaira Yoshio's voice brushed past the back of Okira Rong 3's head, and his tone was no different from when he first entered the door.
"President …"
"It's a pity that there is no news correction at the shrine that can cheer people up. Lord did leave Osaka. Just last night, shortly after the Amaterasu Church's operation was suspended, he resolutely escaped and took the initiative to close the channel of communication. At present, all communication is one-way. If they don't take the initiative, we can't contact them. "
This statement was a little more detailed than the version that Okira Rong 3 had heard earlier, but it also brought more doubts. Okira Rong 3 raised his head, looking confused.
"But … why?"
"That's a stupid question."
Matsudaira Yoshio pointed out bluntly, "Since he ran away, of course, it's because he was afraid. You're surprised because he ran too fast."
"…"
Although he had always known that in recent years, his president had become more and more sharp and direct, less and less like he was born in Osaka. But such sharp words that tore apart all concealment and even all dignity still made Okira Rong 3, who had served the Matsudaira family all his life and worshiped that "lord," speechless for a long time. His feelings were so complicated that it was difficult to describe.
At this moment, Matsudaira Yoshio received a phone call and turned to communicate with the other side, which also gave Okira Rong 3 a chance to breathe and digest. He stood there, looking at the president behind the desk who was calmly communicating with others, and was a little dazed for a moment.
The wilderness was really a place that changed people!
Okira Rong 3 still remembered that Matsudaira Yoshio was a young man who was unwilling to be lonely and easily hot-blooded. He did a lot of stupid things, and many times he needed to clean up after him.
The "stupidest" thing Matsudaira Yoshio did was naturally to leave the family's plan and wander alone to explore the wilderness. That was a big trouble that Okira Rong 3 couldn't persuade back then, nor could he handle.
It was this "seriously out of line" adventure in Osaka's traditional family that changed everything.
Matsudaira Yoshio finally returned safely from the wilderness. Through those years of experience, he had gained more knowledge and skills. The once hot-blooded young man seemed to have been reborn, becoming more profound and powerful day by day. But for a long time, he became a different person and was excluded from the core circle of the family.
Okira Rong 3 suffered an even greater impact. Because of his dereliction of duty as a "retainer," he wasted a long time. He struggled for many years in a frontline executive department like the "Vanguard" and narrowly escaped death several times. But even so, Okira Rong 3 still insisted on his identity as a "retainer" and stood firm in his position since he was young.
For him, it didn't matter how many other changes there were. As long as Matsudaira Yoshio's trust in him remained unchanged, it was the best result.
And that was the truth.
Okira Rong 3's perseverance paid off. After Matsudaira Yoshio took over, Okira Rong 3's position within the Order skyrocketed. In just a few years, he reached the position of a special director and became Matsudaira Yoshio's most trusted spokesperson.
Oh my, looking back on the past, there was really a feeling that things remained the same, but people had changed … Perhaps as he grew older, similar emotions were inevitable.
In the end, it was Matsudaira Yoshio who woke him up from his trance. After hanging up, Matsudaira Yoshio reported the latest news.
"At tonight's coordination meeting, the LCRF's commissioner will also be present."
“LCRF？”
Okira Rong 3 was really shocked. The LCRF was the endorsement agency of the world's most powerful tycoons, the Dream Fund of Immortality. In Osaka, where "old-school politics" prevailed, it had an extremely strong influence. At the same time, it was also one of the biggest financial backers of the Peace Trade Association. Every year, through this channel, it took away several times the amount of investment.
Usually, the LCRF was more aloof, just like a normal investment company, but as long as they were personally involved …
Okira Rong 3 quickly recalled the interest relationship between the Dazawa Society and the LCRF. Coupled with the restrictions of the Peace Trade Association, he knew that the three parties wanted to meet, and the context of the matter seemed to become clear.
"Is it because of the 'blood vessel' platform?"
"Oh, maybe."
"Then our laboratory …"
"The Peace Trade Association is just an outsourcing company. It's originally just a matter of looking at people. If the production line over there changes, it's normal for us to change."
Matsudaira Yoshio's nonchalant performance made it difficult for Okira Rong 3 to make any further comments. After all, the "blood vessel" platform project was managed by the Dazawa Society, and most of it was managed by Matsudaira Yoshio's private laboratory. He didn't really understand …
Speaking of private laboratories, Okira Rong 3 naturally thought of "technical director" Jiang Zhong. Regarding the offer, this was a good opportunity.
"President, I have something to report to you. It's about Ms. Jiang's offer … "
"Offer?"
Behind the desk, Matsudaira Yoshio raised his eyebrows and looked straight at him. It was obvious that he was no longer in a state of nonchalance.
"Yes, Ms. Jiang and some middle-level and grass-roots employees of the processing plant jointly proposed the intention to buy the processing plant …" Okupin Rong 3 roughly introduced the offer and the previous simple communication. His attitude was very proper, without any personal emotions.
Originally, the processing plant was destined to be sold, and it didn't matter who it fell into. In the end, the criteria to determine whether this transaction was successful were how much could be realized, and whether it could satisfy his president.
As for his own likes and dislikes, it was never a problem.
Matsudaira Yoshio was not Okira Rong 3, but Okira Rong 3 was Matsudaira Yoshio.
This was his belief as always, and it was also his wisdom.
Then, he saw his president smile, which was rare, "So that's how it is. I understand, I understand."
"President?"
"Maybe it's guilt, or maybe it's an anesthetic for self-redemption … She has always been naive."
This was the first time Okira Rong 3 heard his president's evaluation of Jiang Zhong. Coincidentally, it was the same as his previous unspoken criticism.
Of course, Okira Rong 3 wasn't naive enough to believe that the meaning of the two's words were completely the same. He quickly swept a glance at the smile on Matsudaira Yoshio's face, and he already knew what he should do.
The newly purchased yacht soon welcomed its new owner, and the process was extremely smooth. The yacht went upstream from the Ohori River and advanced twenty kilometers into the depths of Beishan Lake. The yacht's functions were all normal, and the clamor of musical activities in this body of water was basically digested between the spacious water and sky.
However, the journey to the next destination was much slower than expected. The problem lay with the new owner for this situation to occur.
Luo Nan didn't express any opinion towards the replacement yacht, even though he hadn't had the time to modify the Gentle Wind layout of the lower deck living area. There was a clear difference from the previous yacht. For him, it was probably just a change of vehicle to sit and rest.
Luo Nan, aside from the initial understanding of the latest situation in Ban City, placed all of his attention on the damaged monocle. Luo Nan said:
"Let's first solve the current problem, then go find the corresponding materials."
Then he spent a full four hours to repair the monocle to its original state. Moreover, he was still in the process of doing post-production tests.
So Yin Le understood that the seemingly sparkling and transparent lens actually possessed an inconceivably complex structure and an even more inconceivably complex manufacturing method.
From Luo Nan's mouth, it was just an imaginary structure. It was a temporary mold that needed to consume large amounts of energy at all times. She really didn't know how harsh the requirements would be if she were to use the so-called creation method to create it.
It was hard for Yin Le to guess Luo Nan's experimental plan, but she was already nervous. While Luo Nan was working, she had already made a round of phone calls with the relevant intermediaries and manufacturers of the destination. She had to understand the market and not fight an unprepared battle.
Since this was a relatively professional field, Yin Le didn't know whether her efforts would ultimately be able to achieve her wishes. However, when the effort people put in "overflowed", they would often obtain some benefits from other sources.
As she continued to communicate in depth with the local circles of Ban City, some unexpected intelligence information, especially the parts related to the Great Marsh Order, came to light. More and more details and rumors were exposed.
After organizing and analyzing the information, Yin Le felt that it was necessary to give Luo Nan another report. So she took the organized information and once again entered the living area on the lower deck of the ship.
It was already nighttime. Natural lighting was no longer enough to support the illumination of the living area. The warm and harmonious lights lit up, illuminating the light colored tatamis and the most classic wood color of the wind. The entire living area was covered in a layer of warm luster. It actually looked quite warm.
It was said that this yacht belonged to the president of the Great Marsh Zhushi Commune, Matsudaira Yoshio. That person was famous for being sharp and callous. His family life was a mystery, but who would have thought that he would approve of such a style.
Oh, it was unexpectedly compatible with a certain someone.
That certain someone was naturally Snake Tongue. This Northmont Yuehui was a Curse Master. She wore a traditional formal attire that matched the style of decoration in the living area.
While Luo Nan was engrossed and Yin Le was busy, Snake Tongue wasn't assigned any tasks. She just stayed by Luo Nan's side. She poured tea, tidied up the layout of the cabin, and did some servant and attendant work. She actually knew quite a few things.
When Yin Le arrived at the lower deck, she saw Snake Tongue kneeling in front of Luo Nan like a traditional Japanese woman from a TV series. She served him tea at a suitable temperature, then she retreated with a kneeling posture.
The room was extremely quiet. There was only the rustling of the moon-white kimono against the tatamis. It carried the rhythm and sound of life.
Snake Tongue's head was lowered the entire time. From Yin Le's angle, she could only see her meticulously combed jet-black hair, as well as her snow-white neck and a small portion of her back muscles under the illumination of the warm light.
Even so, it was enough to make people sigh in admiration.
Humans naturally lacked resistance to smooth and exquisite textures and textures. Plus, the person before her eyes was warm and vivid. She possessed an outstanding figure and the beauty of her charm. She was nothing more than a living beauty.
Yin Le wanted to extend her finger over and test the feeling.
But from Yin Le's perspective, the most moving aspect of Snake Tongue was that she was able to use her astonishing concentration to serve Luo Nan as he walked, sat, and laid down. She carved out those seemingly meaningless details for the sake of perfection.
In terms of efficiency, there was nothing to criticize … … If a company or an organization did things like this, they would be finished sooner or later.
But when it came to interpersonal relationships, this method of doing things manifested a pious and pure attitude. It was as if it didn't involve any calculations. It was a matter of course and right. The essence of this method was classical, traditional, and old-fashioned. It was the morality and aesthetics that the vast majority of men yearned for.
Right now, Luo Nan was sprawled on the tatamis. He was dressed like a young man that could be found anywhere on the street. But Snake Tongue's posture was clearly that of serving a noble.
What era was it now? What kind of person was Snake Tongue?
It was clearly impossible for her to be that type of person, but she was able to perform flawlessly. She was able to move freely and smoothly. Even though Luo Nan didn't look her in the eye, she didn't display any dismay or slackness. She didn't show any signs of acting.
She didn't show any signs of impatience from beginning to end. She did her best to avoid disturbing Luo Nan's train of thought. But she was like the warm soup of a spring. She seeped in through the miniscule details. She was everywhere.
Both of them were experts in serving others. Yin Le could understand how superb her methods were. She was ashamed of her inferiority. There was far too much observation and judgment involved. There might even be some high-level sensing abilities involved.
"She really is a terrifying woman."
Yin Le sighed silently. She had placed an extraordinary amount of attention on Snake Tongue. To put it bluntly, it was because some sort of competitive crisis had turned into reality.
The position of a secretary was far too easy to replace, especially a personal secretary.
But then again, if one didn't care about the cost factor, what did it matter if there were one or two secretaries who could do things and were pleasing to the eye? Direct competition was stupid. It was far too normal for a person like Luo Nan to have people by his side. And the key to being dependents was that they each had a clear role. At the very least, they had certain functions.
The value of a secretary was to deal with problems for the boss, not to cause trouble. Yin Le was aware of this point when she became Mrs. Halder's secretary.
Yin Le adjusted her breathing and took off her shoes in the outer room. She arranged them neatly and quietly walked onto the tatami. Luo Nan was still deep in thought right now. She wasn't stupid enough to disturb his train of thought. She just knelt in a corner of the room and waited silently.
Of course, Snake Tongue noticed her. She quietly moved over and brewed some fragrant tea for her. She silently offered it to her. Her posture was still humble, as if she were the lowliest of maids.
Yin Le suppressed the slight uneasiness in her heart and bowed in thanks.
Snake Tongue's courtesy toward Luo Nan was something she couldn't bear. This sort of deliberate respect was perhaps the hidden edge of Snake Tongue.
Time passed by in tranquility, second by second. Nearly forty minutes passed by, and Luo Nan, who had been competing with the monocle floating in front of him all this time, finally let out a long sigh. Then he stretched his body. It was probably because he was more relaxed in the quiet space. He fell straight back and stretched his arms and legs properly on the tatami. His back rubbed against the tatami, and he wanted to do another roll ….
And at this time, Luo Nan finally broke away from his pure ego state. The true environment of his surroundings was reflected into his heart. He let out a sigh and hurriedly propped his upper body up. He was unable to conceal the childishness that had been suppressed to his bones no matter what.
Luo Nan was a bit embarrassed, but he soon discovered that the other two people in the room were maintaining proper sitting postures. Their eyes were drooping and their eyebrows were lowered. They didn't speak or move. They were like two statues.
Forget it. He would just pretend that they didn't see it.
Luo Nan grinned and straightened his body. He pondered over what he should say. Snake Tongue, who was not far from him, walked forward on her knees. She arrived behind him and extended her hand to touch his shoulder. After a brief pause, she began to knead with a technique of appropriate weight.
"......"
Luo Nan instinctively slumped his shoulders, but he didn't take the next step in the end. He turned his head to look at Snake Tongue. This cursemancer, who was well known in the industry, was a dignified B-rank expert. Her expression was tranquil. She didn't say anything at all. She just concentrated on the tapping and kneading of her palms. It was as if everything was natural and right.
Well, her technique was quite good … … At least Luo Nan, who lacked experience in this field, felt quite comfortable.
This was the case from his body to his mind.
Luo Nan possessed the ability to pry into the desires of the human heart and control the mind and soul. But at this moment, he discovered that all of the fundamental changes didn't need external help. They all came from himself.
Unknowingly, it was as if a layer of cushion had been placed in the bottom of his heart. Or perhaps it was some sort of stepping stone. He easily and skillfully stepped into a mental zone that he had never set foot in before.
Perhaps he had observed and imagined from the 'outside' before. He had a bit of unspoken yearning, but he had never experienced it with his own body like he did now. His heart was filled with a feeling that it was natural and right.
The structure of the Format Pyramid, the authority of the closed system, and more directly, his absolute control over Snake Tongue determined the current state and structure.
He could accept it. He could call a halt. But no matter what, he possessed the absolute right to choose.
Calling a halt … … It was quite comfortable. Why did he have to stop?
A smile naturally overflowed from the corner of Luo Nan's lips. His body slightly swayed under Snake Tongue's perfect technique. His throat was tainted with a bit of a lazy rhythm.
"Tell me. What's the new situation?"
What a warm pool of living water!
Yin Le maintained her lowered posture, but her mind was in a trance. Luckily, the tempo of the atmosphere in the room had completely relaxed. Her absent-mindedness wasn't obvious, and she quickly came back to her senses and responded.
"Sir, there's information that the Great Ze Order is hastily liquidating their assets because the Dark Dragon God they worship … … has escaped."
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