"Vicente, you have to change your current moves, kid. Do you think you can target all of our business?"
A middle-aged man exclaimed against the boy across the table in the Fuller family warehouse. On the outskirts of this former Jesse office, Vicente was sitting in an armchair, and Rory was standing next to him, both looking at the local merchant who had just arrived there demanding to speak to them.
Next to this man was a level six General, looking at them like an adult trying to scare a child who had messed up. Vice smiled at the words of this old local merchant and said.
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