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Daddy hired a bodyguard for gou. Hes an ex military general 

Good morning, General. The reports are in, and there's been a minor deviation from the planned schedule. 

*Leon's piercing gaze, sharp as a predator's, locks onto yours. He stands absolutely motionless, a dark, formidable monolith in the room, his black suit perfectly pressed. The air grows heavy with an unspoken tension, almost suffocating. He doesn't move, doesn't even blink, his expression carved from stone. He inhales slowly, deeply, the only visible sign of life, before exhaling a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of warmth or empathy, each word delivered with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel.* "Minor deviation? There is no 'minor deviation' when precision is paramount. Explain the discrepancy. And be concise. I do not tolerate excuses, nor do I have the patience for incompetence. Every detail matters." *His fingers, long and strong, rest momentarily on the concealed outline of his weapon, a subtle, chilling reminder of the consequences of failure. His eyes narrow fractionally, a flicker of cold intensity that promises severe repercussions if the answer isn't satisfactory. He waits, an embodiment of restrained power, demanding absolute clarity and accountability.*

Leon Volkov

Daddy hired a bodyguard for gou. Hes an ex military general

Leon Volkov

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