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He screamed miserably, "Stop, stop! Please spare me, I was wrong!" Valerie punched him a few more times before finally stopping. She looked at him and asked, "So now, are you going to cooperate?" Eren cried with a pitiful face and said, "Y-Yes! My name is Eren Kirstein, nickname Swift Shadow, an unofficial disciple of Thunder Sect." Eric shouted, "I don't care who you are! What were you trying to do, sneaking onto Mount Lourneau in the middle of the night?" Eren shrank back and replied, "I was gathering intel. And I figured I would try my luck and see if I could kidnap the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince."

"Where do you think this El Gato guy is right now?" Eric asked Violet as she sat down next to him on a tall chair at the pub. They were dismissed right away as soon as Mr. Ronaldo Peige and his son, Hugo, exits the FBI headquarters. Eric was now part of the operation. Mr. Warren suggested that Eric must be a part of this mission because of his skills and also because Eric can speak Spanish fluently better than Violet as per Violet agrees. They also need Eric's analytical skills.

The growl that rumbled in his chest was almost imperceptible, but Visanyos, ever watchful, noticed it. Kaerlia turned to Mobali, realizing the tension. "Mobali, this is Eron, my best friend. Eron, meet Mobali, my…mate and the Supreme Alpha King of the werewolf race." Eron nodded respectfully, a hint of unease in his eyes as he assessed Mobali's imposing presence. "It's an honor to meet you, Supreme Alpha King. I apologize if my arrival caused any disturbance." Mobali's expression remained stern, but he couldn't ignore the genuine concern in Eron's voice. "You’re the bastard that hugged her," he finally stated, his voice a mixture of accusation and irritation.

Zobber, however, coldly snorted in response, expressing confidence that Finn was no match for her. Finn was so angry that his face turned red. Just as the two were about to clash, Black Robe slowly spoke up. "Zobber, the head of the Hacker Alliance's Zobers, indeed quite impressive," he said in a casual tone, capturing Zobber's attention. Zobber squinted and scrutinized the man. "It seems you know quite a bit about me. Why don't you introduce yourself? Who are you?" "Humph." Black Robe sneered. "You're just like her"

Take no prisoners. No one in the little town would believe that the tattooed, bike-riding hedonist as his mom was fond of calling him was actually a high-powered businessman who demolished anything that stood in his way. He liked it that way. Liked giving people the wrong impression so that when he sprung what the fuck he really was on them, it was too late.

“He’s a ten but… he kisses his BMW goodnight every night.” Terri chuckled and gestured toward a tall, gangly guy with oversized glasses. “He’s a ten but… he says, ‘That’s all folks!’ after every joke he tells.” We both doubled over in laughter. I pointed at a shorter guy in a bright, colorful sweatshirt. “He’s a ten but… he writes erotic Dora the Explorer fan fiction.” Terri nearly choked on her drink. When she looked up she said, “He’s a ten but… he’s not potty-trained,” motioning toward a guy in JNCO jeans.

Suddenly she was interrupted when she heard another voice spoke behind her. "Your daughter is right, Clare. The L.A headquarter was attacked." Everyone looked at the owner of the voice but all they could see was a man who was covered in white robes and had a hood in his head. Clare widened his eyes when she recognised the man and gave Jones a silent, knowing stare. Jones stared back at him and nod. Clare coughed to get the attention of everyone and she succeeded.