The Corpse Collector In Conan: Two thousand and fifty-three [confidant]

President Oda laughed happily. Finally, there was one person in the group who could talk. He waved his hand generously: "'So much money'? This is nothing, it's just my usual pocket money. It’s just money.”

Under the admiring gaze of the young man, he put away his wallet and took out the cigar.

As soon as I clicked on it, the door of the box was pushed open again. A tall and powerful bald man walked in menacingly.

"You still have time to sit here and relax

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