Assassination? Where? When?
"How about some tea?" The Manager poured some fragrant green liquid for his visitors.
By now, the man had regained his calm. So what if the youngster was tricky? He still had the advantage with the Golden Dice Conglomerate backing him.
This tea was his opening move: it just happened to be the demon's favorite beverage. The demon was already turning white, knowing he had never told anyone.
How would the youngster counter this?
Jack casually picked his own cup, elegantly drinking the content— or so it seemed. In fact, he was pouring the entirety of it down his inventory.
This simple task of storing liquid without a container actually required an incredibly high system mastery. It was even deemed impossible.
Funnily, that simple gesture was enough to utterly destroy the calm the Manager had finally regained.
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