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Chapter 64

last update publish date: 2026-07-02 18:39:30

Damien was standing at he head of table, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up neatly his chiseled figure radiating with dangerous intent. The war room pulsed with controlled fury. The holographic table spread with pixels that can be manipulated. The vast tech portrays the targets, safe houses, financial trails, and known Volkov remnant leaders.

There's days after the attempted elimination of their children Damien did not stop until they found every trace of the people behind the incident.
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