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Chapter 105 – Glenn’s Speechlessness
Author: Rex Magnus
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The thugs stared in utter stupor, hearing their young master’s words.

Then one of them, with his bloody lip trembling, stammered: “Use… useless?”

The young master’s eyes narrowed, his teeth grinding together audibly as rage twisted his features. His voice turned venomous.

"That’s right... useless!" he bellowed, his voice seething with fury and contempt. "He wasn’t anything extraordinary. No… the truth is, ever since we planted our flag in this godforsaken dump, you pigs have known nothing but eating yourselves to death, drinking like fish, and humping every available piece of flesh like it's your birthright!”

He paced a step forward now, his boots crunching the dust like he was grinding their dignity into the earth.

“Gluttons! Womanizers! Parasites! You’ve grown fat and stupid from indulgence, and now you can’t even handle a single street rat! A man who flung you aside with one finger! You were tossed around like dolls by someone who looks like he hasn’t lifted a log in h
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