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The following students gathered at the new firearms club: Eli, Xenomia, Bertrand, Mira Ordknight, Rayla, Selena, and Anelotta.
Unlike the others, Eli sat with her legs on the table and her arms behind her head.
“What is this?” Rayla asked directly about the purpose of the meeting.
“I’m the president,” Eli took sunglasses out of her bag, put them on, then took a cigar out and lit it, but the tobacco didn’t suit her, and after coughing heavily, the girl threw it in the corner of the room.
“I’m leaving,” Mira got up from her seat and tried to leave the room, but when she found herself in the sights of a gun in Eli’s hand, she sat back down. “Okay…”
“So, did you found it yourself?” Xenomia said half-jokingly, then suddenly became serious and took out a notebook. “I’m ready, what’s the plan?”