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At first, John saw the front of Fizz Holdings. The shop doors were open, and customers moved in and out as if nothing was wrong. Then the view shifted.
Men stood across the road, hidden among carts, stalls, and the entrance of a closed building. Some wore plain clothes, but John could see weapons beneath their coats. Two others carried mana staves. Another man held a small fire bottle inside one sleeve.
The recording changed again.
This time, it showed the back alley behind the shop.
Three men waited near the rear door. One held a crossbow. Another carried a heavy hammer. The third had a bag filled with small explosive mana stones.
Fartray's voice became calm and pleased.
"More than twenty people are around Fizz Holdings right now. If I do not send them a message, they will attack."
John's expression did not change, but the darkness around his palm became smaller.
Fizz stared at the image.
"Orna will break them."
Fartray laughed.
