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"Do you understand what I mean?"

The expression on Casio's face hardly changed.

"Understood." Bass nodded, lifting the shirt off Casio's upper body and passed it to him: "Sir, your shirt."

A dozen seconds later, Casio Bass walked towards the battle direction.

On the ground were the bodies of numerous Sand Dust Organization combatants, with traces of blood splattered. The only two still conscious were the man in sunglasses and the woman in the vest beside him.

According to the man in the trench coat, one is the Sand Dust Organization's No. 15 and the other is No. 26. Casio's gaze flickered slightly, there was obviously a gap between them. This gap, he speculated, should be at No. 20.

This means that members of the Sand Dust Organization above No. 20 might have the same Black Blood Seal Liberation ability as the man in sunglasses. Probably reaching just beyond the human limit.

The duration is short, and the side effects should be considerable.