CHAPTER 235 PART 2
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Marcus held the iron staff loosely. His expression showed mild interest.

"I'm not telling you this out of arrogance," Rex continued. His eyes were direct. "I'm telling you because you deserve to know the weight of what you're facing. This is recognition. Not performance."

"Deep Cold needs new people," Marcus replied. His voice was casual. "The ones being sent lately aren't worth the effort of killing."

Rex's jaw tightened. The insult landed visibly, finding a specific location beneath the profe
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