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"Keke." chuckled First Outlaw.
Looking into the distance, he stood surrounded by some resurrected members and well as lifeless members of Ethereal Conviction. There was a conniving yet playful gleam in his eyes as he stared at them.
"You guys are so pitifully weak! You have already lost 2-3 of your levels. If this continues you will have to use much effort to catch up to the public, hahaha! Your chances to excel will be ruined!"
His words caused many to grit their teeth and clench their fists.
"Do you find this to be pleasurable? What is wrong with you, you sick bastard!" exclaimed Gentle Whisper. Unlike the others, she had yet to die and there was a reason, First Outlaw held her hostage as he stared at her lasciviously—she suited his tastes—very much so.
