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"So, what do you plan to do?"
Coming back to her senses from the brief memory, Licia naturally hooked her arm around Motan's, whispering softly in his ear, "Defeat them handsomely?"
Motan smiled and shook his head, gently patting Laisa's hand to calm her down, then turned to look at Lionel Bloodwing and Michael Bloodwing, whose expressions were unpredictable, and scratched his cheek awkwardly, "Sorry, I got a bit delayed. How many minutes do we have left?"
"Stop beating around the bush, young man."
Lionel, with a certain grace, leaned on a cane from who knows where, staring sinisterly at Motan, "Trade, declare war, compromise or cooperate, state your purpose."
Motan yawned, waving dismissively, "Don't think of me as so tasteless, Mr. Lionel. I just... how should I put it? Just randomly looking for some fun. I wouldn't say I don't have a purpose, but it's far more surreal than what you just mentioned."
"What do you mean?"
"I want to highlight two key points."
