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Chapter 213  Commercial Counterstrike

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last update publish date: 2026-07-18 21:58:51

"Then buy the West District," Kenji barked, spinning around. "Every warehouse, every scrap of concrete. I don't care how small. Buy them all out tonight."

Cleo tapped the screen, frowning. "They're gouging us. Property owners know we're backed into a corner. Prices are spiking fast."

"Then pay the damn premium," Kenji snapped. "Tokyo is breathing down my neck after the Apex screw-up. They want ground, Cleo. Move the cash now."

"We're burning through our reserves to do this," Cleo warned, droppi
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