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Chapter 691

A pained expression crossed Hank's face when he heard Cyrus' question. After all, all his injuries came from the deathmatch. He did survive and win 50 million dollars, and he even made it to the top 30 in the Secret Realm's Assassin Honor Roll. But killing a hundred people in the match had left him scarred for life. Hank didn't feel anything from his lack of conscience back then, but the same feeling haunted him now after he swore his loyalty to Cyrus and regained his conscience. "Only 50 out of 800 participants from my batch survived and split the prize money. This year, only 20 survivors are allowed. But the prize money has gone up to two billion dollars now," Hank replied. "Hundreds of people are killed just like that, and no one's doing anything?" Cyrus asked. "There's nothing that can be done. Such events are always held in secret, and they're usually organized in lawless areas. Sometimes in primitive deserts, deserted islands, or deserts." "Alright, got it." Cyrus lame

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