Chapter 552: The Gala (8)

**It's Sunday, so 1500 Word Chapter.**

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"Since the more likely of the two options being presented is that you are attempting to bully me into handing over my knowledge and skills, I have to say two words, Fuck…Off." When the words left his lips, Cynrik felt the sensation of the world weighing his body down as all the military officers unleashed their Killing Intent.

However, since it only amounted to around 12g of pressure, Cynrik calmly popped his neck and flashed a sinister smile at the eight men, causing them to frown. 

"Tsk, tsk, things aren't going your way, and you know you can't assault me physically, so you resort to using your KIN. It's fortunate that even if the pesky Formation on the building suppresses me right down to Tier-1, that won't affect my Resistance, oh...or this."

{{Selene, Brance, 4g each, now!}} Cynrik chirped into the mind link, causing the other two to act at his command.

SHOOOOOM