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Act VI - Black Tiger
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Inside a dimly lit office full of moral paintings and calligraphy, there was an old man sitting on big red swivel chair, watching the wishing game broadcast through a share screen projector.
The old man wore a gray fedora with a gray suit. He has a thin scar right between his right eye like a sword swung onto it. His right eye was white with visible shades from the inside, his right eye has lost the ability to see.
"Sir, Division Two leader is here", his lackey said.
Hs stood straight and leaned on gis swivel chair, "Let him in", he ordered.
The lackeys opened the door and a guy wearing a black suit entered. His body was well built and bulk that you can see his muscles on his thin clothes.
The division leader
