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"Yves King, although I personally very much disdain your manner of doing things, given that we spent years together in the same battalion, scraping by, there is still some old comradeship between us." Liam Stevens said half mockingly and half with a superior tone, looming over the loser, "I would never have imagined you would stoop to the level of working as a security guard. It would embarrass our old battalion if word got out. I tell you what, you don't need to work here anymore. Pack your things and work for me. I can't promise much, but I assure you an annual salary of a million is no problem. You then save some money, get yourself a fairly decent wife, and have a fat son. A warm family with a wife and children, haha, how comforting that would be."
As he spoke, Liam Stevens showed his superiority, exuding a sense of condescension. It seemed as though, other than him, no one else could offer Yves the opportunity to escape poverty.
