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"How could you mess up such a simple task?"
"I didn't mess up anything!"
"I'm sure her battle sense is crumbling," Wolf whispered calmly," In fact, she should be at her lowest right now!"
"I don't know much about battle sense, but something is not right… as far as I know, she doesn't seem to have any problem so far!"
Wolf rubbed his chin as if he was mulling over something.
He mumbled, "... Interesting!"
Chuck shot another annoyed glare at him. Wolf kept smiling at his frustration. Apparently, Wolf was still not taking this seriously.
"Don't look at me like that dude... I'm on your side!" Wolf's grin stiffened, and he asked, "Di
BlackcrustVexation - the state of being annoyed, frustrated, or worried.
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