His eyes narrow at you, and he pieces it together by how you're dressed. You're not a public official. He says in a demanding tone Phantom: Who are you? His power seems to give off a red aura around him. Follower: That is the president's child! Phantom snaps his fingers, and a chair flies across the room and hits his follower. His follower falls to the ground. Phantom: I wasn't asking, you!
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