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Old Summer tossed out a document bag.
Yves King's hand moved first, placing a black piece on the chessboard, landing it with a strategic move that threatened the white pieces. He picked up the document bag and pulled out the documents. His eyes slowly turned terrifyingly cold and icy, his chiseled face took on an ominous look, and a murderous intent to destroy everything enveloped him.
"I'll be staying here for a few days, if that's alright?" Yves King reined in his boiling anger and suppressed the chilling killing intent, restoring a temporary calm.
"Hehe, that would be great, actually, you could also help me out. I'm getting old and not as strong as I was. Frosty is still too green when it comes to dealing with others. Take good care of her for me, will you? Then Old Summer here can rest easy too." Old Summer knew the business was taken care of, and his attitude relaxed immediately, his face showing a rather ambiguous smile.
