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Roger spread his hands and smiled at Yulia, "I didn't do anything."
"I just wanted to give him a chance to become great." As he spoke, he pressed harder with his foot, and the man screamed in agony. Soon, the curses turned into pleas for mercy.
"Let me go, I was just talking nonsense."
Others couldn't feel it, but the man closest to Roger could clearly sense the all-encompassing oppression, and clouds of death hung over his head—he felt he could die at any moment.
"Forget about it, he's not worth it!"
Goway suddenly spoke up; she knew that Roger's job resulted in his hands being stained with blood, but he rarely killed someone over a mere quarrel.
Roger looked up at Goway.
"He's not worth it."
"But for you, it's worth it."
A layer of moisture gleamed in Goway's eyes, her pupils rippled like lake waters—an expression rarely seen on the always haughty Goway.
Roger felt that if goodwill could be used to unlock new moves,