Sengoku sat in the tense atmosphere of his office.
After taking a deep breath, he dialed the Den Den Mushi that represented absolute authority. The connection sound of the Den Den Mushi rang out with exceptional clarity in the quiet room, sounding like the turning wheels of fate.
The moment Sengoku heard a familiar response from the other end, he impatiently rattled off the reports like pouring beans from a bamboo tube:
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