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Chapter 130 The Watch
Author: Sam-crowned
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Wicked watched as she stepped down from the taxi.

A slow smirk crept across his lips, curling like a cat who had just spotted a helpless mouse. He looked almost playful, yet the darkness in his eyes betrayed his true intent. If he were in Italy, he knew exactly what to do. There, he would not hesitate.

Italy was a place where the Mafia stretched their wings freely, committing crimes however they wanted, with little fear of consequence. In that familiar territory, it would not take him a second thought. He would step down from his car, the long-mouthed pistol dangling at his side, aimed toward the ground but held with confidence.

He pictured the scene vividly—his every move flowing in his mind like a rehearsed dance. He would approach her slowly, close the distance between them, blow her a mocking kiss, then point the gun directly at her forehead and pull the trigger without hesitation.

But this wasn’t Italy. This was Velmoria, and things were different here. He could not simply act on
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