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The room was a battlefield of whispers and concealed agendas, all hidden beneath layers of politeness and civility. Weapons auctions like these were more than just business transactions-they were tests of power and dominance. I moved through the crowd, feeling the cold gazes of those who would just as soon stab you in the back as shake your hand. This was a world where strength wasn't just in what you owned, but how you used it.
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