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Her gaze turned cold as she looked at Caesor. She took a few steps back, her lips parting mercilessly. "Get him."

At her command, the two towering bodyguards charged at Caesor with fists the size of sandbags. They were out for revenge—they'd beat this bastard senseless.

Fifteen seconds later, all that could be heard was a chorus of groans.

Caesor stood completely unscathed