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It didn’t matter whether they had once been part of the Black Rats or Scarface’s crew.
At this moment, in their hearts, they all believed the same thing. They belonged to Elizabeth
They stopped talking, fell silent, and threw themselves back into their work with even greater effort. pouring all their fear, lingering dread, and newly ignited hope into the labor before them.
At 4:80 am, Benji was jolted awake by the piercing, alarm from his device. It was loud enough to wake a sleeping star beast.
He practically sprang upright, fumbling to silence it, afraid of waking the coworkers sleeping in the next
The room was pitch black, save for the faint, artificial starlight filtering in from the simulated night sky
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Chapter 184 A Place to Belong
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He rubbed his face hard, trying to shake off the heavy drowsiness.
But the faint, uncomfortable emptiness in his stomach snapped him halfway awake.
It wasn’t hunger.
Liquid supplements provided all the necessary energy and nutrients. Drink one, and the physical sensation of hunger disappeared instantly.
This was something deeper, something psychological.
It was like every cell in his body was protesting the cold, bland, and textureless liquid.
Ever since he grew used to it, supplements left both his stomach and mind feeling hollow. Something just felt off.
“That,” of course, meant the potatoes sold by the Tycoon Boss.
He quickly washed up and threw on a loose set of casual clothes.
Almost at the same time, his communicator buzzed. It was a message from Dylan. “Get up. Let’s meet downstairs.”
Benji replied with a quick “On my way” and slipped out quietly.
The hallway was silent, his footsteps echoing faintly.
Downstairs, Dylan was already waiting, looking just as sleep–deprived but forcing himself to stay alert.
“Ready?” Dylan asked briefly.
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