"Alright, let's do a third raid before Mr. Tauren makes his third appearance." John grinned, spreading a stolen ledger across the table. "Bigger this time. A trading hub, not an estate."
"Which one," Azelis asked.
"Silverhaven Exchange. Celestshade territory. Max's people traced stolen Monsters moving through its warehouses for months, kidnapped, drugged, and resold to buyers who don't ask questions. The City Lord running it is named Thessaline Virel. She takes a cut of every single sale."
Jibril's jaw tightened. "How big is this place?"
"Big enough that we're not sneaking through it quietly," John said. "Big enough that everyone brings everything tonight. Gears, Monsters, all of it. Full bloom."
Yuna cracked her knuckles, the Oathbreaker's Chain already coiled loose around one wrist. "Finally. I was getting tired of restraint."
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