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... nd leaning on the sofa.
In George’s mind, a War God should be either lofty or extraordinary, but this old man just felt like a normal old man.
Ares glanced at him and said calmly, "Kid, no need to be so formal. Just call me Ares."
"Okay, Mr. Ares. What’s up?" George didn’t dare to call him by his name directly.
This old man might look normal, but he was clearly a War God.
Ares didn’t care. He said, "You know about the Bloodmist. I want you to draw out the ...
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