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A massive black truck made its way into a vast private jet hangar, dwarfed by sleek and expensive planes of various sizes and shapes.
The atmosphere was electric with anticipation as a group of fully armed men in suits emerged from the truck.
The last person to exit the truck was a young, tall, and lean man, his black eyes glinting with determination. He checked his watch, relieved to see that he had arrived early as planned.
Tristan knew today wasn't a day for complacency since the deal he was about to complete could be one of the most pivotal moments in his life.
"Make sure everything is in order. I don't want any mistakes happening today," Tristan ordered his men, who nodded firmly. There were around twenty men, all armed with mana-powered guns.