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Chapter 10: The System's Ultimatum
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CRASH!

The rusted iron table in the middle of the warehouse flipped over, slamming onto the concrete floor with a deafening noise. The objects on top of it—territory maps, an ashtray full of cigarette butts, and beer bottles—scattered in every direction.

"BASTARD! THAT SON OF A BITCH SILAS!"

Marco screamed, his voice echoing off the empty warehouse walls that now served as the Black Dragon’s temporary headquarters. The veins in his neck bulged, his eyes burning red—not from the System, but from
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