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    Elena said, “Scarface is already in the.”


    “Yeah, I know,” Wesley replied, his voice calm as ever.


    Theck of fear on his face baffled her. Her brows furrowed. “Doesn’t the thought of dying bother you?”


    “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t,” Wesley replied with a small shrug. “I’m counting on you to save me.”


    He had already deduced that she was the Healer. His words now were deliberate.


    Elena’s lips tightened. If he didn’t care about his own life, why should she even bother?


    The more serious she looked, the more Wesley seemed to enjoy it. Then, his eyes locked with hers, and the teasing slipped away. “You’re worried about me, aren’t you?”


    A self-satisfied smirk yed across Wesley’s lips, and he practically radiated smugness.


    Elena frowned.


    Before she could voice her irritation, Wesley pulled her close and whispered with calm certainty, “Even if Scarface actually shows up, it’s not a big deal. He won’t be able to kill me.”


    Wesley was assertive, speaking as if Scarface were a minor inconvenience, not a world-ss threat.


    Elena blinked, baffled by his unshakable confidence. Where was iting from?


    Eventually, after lingering in the warmth of the sheets longer than they should have, the two finally climbed out of bed.


    Seeing howte it had gotten, Elena scratched her ns to head to the research institute.


    Instead, she reached for her phone—the one she used only for her hackerwork—and sent a message in their private group chat. Her fingers moved quickly, asking, “Anyone got intel on Scarface?” The moment her message hit, Cyn emerged from the digital shadows like he’d been waiting. With a burst of energy, he jumped into the chat. “Oh, I know all about Scarface! He started as a pirate sailing through Shueria. Later, he built a mercenary crew from scratch. Thanks to his ruthless demeanor and ster skills, they climbed to the top and became the deadliest outfit in the world.”


    Without pausing, he added, “Scarface doesn’t y games. Anyone on his list? They don’t get a second chance. El, why are you asking? Don’t tell me you’re in his crosshairs.”


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    That question was all it took to stir the silent members out of their lurking.


    SecondBest immediately followed up with concern. “Wait, El, what did you do tond on his radar?”


    Cyn popped into the chat with a curious nudge. “Okay, seriously—what’s going on?”


    Even Avo joined the chat. “You need muscle or what?”


    SecondBest started typing fast, his response hitting almost instantly. “How many people do you need?”


    Elena was a little stunned. SecondBest rarely spoke in the group chat. In her mind, he’d always been this silent, middle-aged guy lurking in the background, definitely not the type to step up like that. She quickly typed, “He’s noting after me.”


    Cyn picked up on it instantly and grinned through the screen. “Ah, so someone important to you is in the hot seat, huh?”


    Hundreds of miles away in Tauledo, Avo sat at his desk, eyes narrowed and jaw tight as he read the exchange. A momentter, he wrote, “Cyn, you’ve got too much time on your hands. There are still pirateworks festering in Shueria. If you’re bored, how about crashing a few of their firewalls?”


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