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South Korea spun around on the chair to face his fellow family member. The boy's face was devoid of emotion. His oversized sleeves were pulled back, showing his slender hands. This was serious business. "Hong," said Korea, "We need to eliminate our opponents. I'm sending you over to Red territory. Our messenger has told me that they have formed a treaty with some of the other families. This could be dangerous for us." A small smile played on the Asian's lips. "Do your worst." "Of course," said Hong Kong, bowing slightly. "Oh, and Hong?" "Mm?" "What do you think of this chair? Did you know wheelie chairs originated in Korea?" Hong stared