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Joe Ga carefully administered a half-dose of anesthesia to Namo...
Watching him emit a satisfying sigh, like an addict experiencing euphoria, he finally succumbed to the anesthetic, slowly sat down, and then, in a regal manner befitting a king, used his crossed front limbs as a pillow and fell asleep.
Joe Ga felt that if this guy ever begged for food in Hollywood, he would at least be of superstar status, given his incredible acting skills.
Even in sleep, he posed impressively; how could his lethargic peers who spent their days lounging for handouts compare?
Sayyid was already going mad; Namo's behavior was just too much in line with Dubai's character.
Being strong didn't matter, being handsome was the most important thing for life!
Namo, who managed to look dashing no matter what he did, whether walking, sitting, or lying down, was seen by Sayyid as a heavenly envoy, a divine guide sent by the gods.
