Chapter 167: And who the hell are you?
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Updated : Jan 6th, 2026
After the impact, the old man flew like a kite with its string cut, slammed into the private room's wall, and crashed to the floor amid shattered ceramic tiles.
A large circular web of cracks marred the wall; the tiles in the center had already clattered down.
The old man's chest was slick with blood. His face turned ghostly pale. He couldn't even lift a hand.
Everyone looked to Gabriel Jauncy and found him standing there with the same calm expression.
Even his clothes were spotless.
Every face...
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