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... put the tag on him.” His markings were at most just small black dots, but then again they could qualify as tags either way.

For the one who just threw him away in some far a way place where he hoped to never see Victor again, he was completely drenched in cold sweat visibly soaking his under white shirt. There was no mistaking it. The person he just saw didn’t do much, but there was no mistaking the aura of danger that completely overpowered him. If it wasn’t for his years of experience ...

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