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... d back into port.

Without wasting a second, Roya rushed Lu Yun to Egghead Island, carrying the massive 1.1 billion Beri research fund he'd snatched from the Golden City.

The rest will have to come later, in bits and pieces.

Vegapunk stared, jaw dropped, at the pink dragon kneeling before him. The scientist's massive forehead smacked against the cold ground.

"I knew it! A complete and utter failure!"

To anyone else, it might seem like just a slight differen ...

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