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    As Elvis’ voice faded away, the blindfolds covering Marissa’s and Connor’s eyes were removed. After being in darkness for a while, they blinked against the sudden brightness


    Once their eyes adjusted, they found themselves in an opulent hall. It was difficult to determine which deck of the Sunrise they were on, given the maze-like path Elvis had guided them through. The hall was extravagantly decorated, with numerous individuals dressed in ck and wielding assault rifles lining the sides, all pointing their weapons at Marissa and Connor, who stood in the center. Tension hung thick in the air


    At the front of the hall, arge screen blocked their view of whaty beyond. Unexpectedly, a young woman’s voice emanated from behind the screen. “Mr. Daniels, we used to mind our own business, but I never imagined we’d meet like this today.”


    Marissa and Connor exchanged puzzled nces. Could Paul actually be a woman?


    Before they could dwell on it, an elderly male voice rang out. “Ms. ck Snake, I’ve heard of your reputation for some time. I always pictured you as a sturdy man, yet here you are, a young woman of merely 22. Quite the unexpected heroine.”


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    Marissa and Connor now realized Paul was using a voice modtion device. They couldn’t discern Paul’s gender or age


    Marissa smiled and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Alvarado.” Connor mirrored her smile. “I must apologize for causing offense to the Sunrise today. It’s entirely my fault. Please, Mr. Alvarado, state any terms you have in mind. I’ll do my utmost to fulfill them.”


    In response, a young man’sughter echoed from behind the screen. “Given your stature, Mr. Daniels, your word is as good as gold. Any condition I propose would undoubtedly be met, but…” There was a sigh before the voice continued, now sounding like that of an elderly woman. “I’ve had my fill of everything, Mr. Daniels. Ick neither wealth nor material possessions. Asking for anything from you seems dull. At this point, I simply wish to salvage my reputation.”


    Connor’s expression darkened. “So, Mr. Alvarado, are you suggesting this will end in a fight to the death?”


    Another sigh emanated from behind the screen. “I regret to say, Mr. Daniels, that I cannot afford to be aughingstock.”


    Connor’s gaze turned piercing. “Have you considered that I’ve made certain arrangements before boarding the Sunrise, Mr. Alvarado? If anything were to happen to me, my associates will undoubtedly pursue you relentlessly.”


    The person behind the screen chuckled softly. “Mr. Daniels, I acknowledge your capability, but—”


    “But you aren’t afraid of death, considering your serious illness, right, Mr. Alvarado?” Marissa interjected abruptly


    The individual behind the screen paused briefly, then asked in a middle-aged male voice, “How did youe by that information, youngdy?”


    Marissa maintained her smile, keeping her reasoning to herself. “So, this is your real voice, Mr. Alvarado? You’re indeed a man, around 50 years old. It’s unfortunate to face death at your age.”


    Paul’s irritation red as he abandoned the voice changer. “You brat, are you courting death?”


    Marissa remained unfazed. “Didn’t you just ask how I knew about your illness? I am Riss, the miracle doctor. I could discern it from your breathing.”


    Paul’s surprise was palpable. “Are you truly Dr. Riss?”


    “Yes, I am the authentic Dr. Riss.” Marissa promptly disyed her certificate


    Elvis swiftly delivered the certificate behind the screen. Following a momentary silence, Paul’s voice resurfaced with skepticism. “Even if you are Dr. Riss, why should I trust that you possess the ability to cure me?”


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