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... ed through Antonio’s wrist with deadly precision.
A guttural roar escaped his lips as excruciating pain shot through his arm, nearly buckling his knees.
Staggering backward, he barely managed to stay on his feet.
Crimson blood dripped from his fingertips, splattering onto the ground like dark, blooming flowers.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the space as over a dozen mercenaries clad in form-fitting black tactical gear stormed in, their faces grim and ...
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