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82. Power Players II
“Oh ho!” Dembe laughed, shaking a finger at the French man with his eyes dilating. “You are spoiling for a fight, are you not?” He scoffed. “Typical entitled bastard.”

“Mhm. Demas thoughtfully observed him, a smile over his left side of the face. “And as expected, you have been nothing more than just an empty barrel.”

Provocatively, he leaned forward, placing his hands on the table in which he sat. “And as we all know, empty barrels make the loudest noise.”

“You talk cheap.” Dembe snarled at him.

WHOOOM!

Cold chills descended in the room. The Air conditioning seemed way too ineffective compared to this as mini gusts of spontaneous wind gales erupted here and there. Furniture shifted over the place, the glass table shattering into pieces.

“Eternal Time coffin!” Demas calmly mouthed.

DING!

A large ethereal clock appeared behind him. With golden hands and a bronze surface, each hour tick having the color of silver.

“Chronostasis.” Demas chanted.

Dembe's eyes widened at this. He leap
Sir_Impeccable

Hehe. The taste of unleashed battle. I want more but I’m tired rn. Lol

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