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Yves King lays askew on his bed, nonchalantly lighting a cigarette, and puffing out leisurely smoke rings. Yet his face, cold as ice, bore no extraneous expression. His brows furrowed, his mind replayed the message from Venom Rebecca.
The news was explosive, warranting his utmost attention. Upon hearing it, he sank into deep contemplation. Rarely would any enemy have such significance to him, but undoubtedly, Caesar, the Demon King, was one of the few formidable adversaries deserving of his regard in his lifetime.
In his colorful, yet tumultuous, years as a mercenary, he had faced many formidable enemies; every battle vivid in his memory even now. However, until his retirement, King had never gotten the chance to have a face-off with Caesar, a legendary figure in the mercenary world.
