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Once again, Pierre returned to Satan's turf through the night, and he knew that he would come. In the dimly-lit room, only the light from the man's cigar kept flickering. When Pierre walked in, Satan was seated on the couch, smoking his cigar idly.

"I didn't think that we would meet again so soon," Satan said, opening his arms as though he was welcoming an old friend.

Although they weren't old friends, they had been acquainted for a long time. Pierre was responsible for weapons development in his base while Satan had been trying ways and means to acquire the weapons from his hands. For many years, they had been pitting their wits and courage against each other.

"Where's my son?" Pierre asked straightaway. There was no point to have any excess chit-chat with him since they both knew what was on the other party's mind.

"Your son is in my hands, but what do you have in exchange for him?" Satan asked with a sly smirk.

Seeing that there was another single-seater couch, Pierre plopped himself on it and asked instead, "What do you want in exchange for him?"

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its upgrade to a new version. It has a further range and is more accurate, the most developed of its kind in the world right

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the point of having the weapon which was always being updated? A better one would always emerge even after having a good one. But if

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a life so brutal that just one wrong step would cause him death, but with such a huge appetite now, it might turn his life ten times even

swallow this bite. I don't wish to chat unnecessarily with you, General Fowler. If you're willing to work for me,