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    Dawn was still creeping across the sky, tinting it with shades of pale gray.


    Swiftly, Noah took in his surroundings.


    It was an isted suburban area, marked only by a solitary white lighthouse standing oddly alone in the distance, with no other building in sight.


    The emptiness felt strangely excessive.


    Where exactly was this headquarters? Could Wolfpack really have chosen such a deste location?


    Understanding Noah’s confusion, Hurst silently gestured toward the lighthouse.


    Noah followed his indication, his frown deepening.


    A lighthouse as headquarters—that was certainly peculiar.


    Without further inquiry, Noah pushed the car door open and stepped onto the ground.


    The chill of early morning air brushed against his face, carrying the scent of damp nts.


    “Move faster,” Damien snapped impatiently, leading them toward the structure.


    With Damien ahead, the trio approached and entered the lighthouse. Inside, shadows deepened further, and the stale scent of old metal filled the enclosed space.


    Standing prominently at the center was a worn-out elevator. Damien stepped toward it, swiftly tapping a hidden sequence into a discreetly ced panel.


    A gentle beep sounded, prompting the heavy metal doors to glide open quietly.


    With an unruffled gaze, Noah absorbed every minute detail.


    Clearly, the Wolfpack left nothing to chance—their basey deep underground.


    It was so secretive. No wonder they were hard to find.


    One after another, the trio entered the lift.


    With a firm press, Damien selected the deepest underground floor. Silently, the elevator began descending, the faint metallic hum echoing softly within the confined space.


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    They lost track of how long they’d traveled downward before the elevator finally halted.


    Slowly, the doors parted again.


    A scene entirely unlike the bleak lighthouse unfolded before their eyes. Loud, pounding music surged toward them, mingling with livelyughter and the cheerful clink of sses.


    It felt as though they’d stepped directly into an extravagant world of pleasure,pletely different from the barren suburb above.


    Difort washed over Noah immediately.


    Several morous women, dazzling in vibrant attire, quickly noticed the neers—Noah, in particr, caught their eager eyes.


    Drawn like moths to a me, they crowded around him, breathing softly with captivating smiles.


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