Stalls were knocked over, goods spilling onto the muddy street. The market erupted into chaos.
Damn it! Who?! Was it Martis?! But his men said he was interested in me! Whitening?! Why?! What's their goal?! Who hired her?! Why was she waiting for me?! She knew my name! It was deliberate! Why was Kail the one killed?! Fyar's mind raced, trying to find any logic in the current situation.
He kept running, leaping over wooden crates, slipping through the terrified crowd. He ducked into a foul-smelling, narrow alley, hoping to lose them.
I have to contact Zaefal... but I'm probably a wanted man now! No... I have to hide first!
Meanwhile, inside the Iron Fangs' headquarters...
Kail's lieutenant, now in command, stared at Kail's body with a clenched fist. His face was as hard as stone.
