Only a few middle-aged men in the front row, dressed in suits and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, suddenly straightened their backs.
One of them held a voice recorder so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently. As a broker who had navigated the gray zones for many years, he knew all too well the terrifying power represented by the name Dark Edge.
This mysterious organization, rumored to have executed countless "impossible missions," was now about to be absorbed by the young woman standing before them.
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