Chapter: The Silent Pursuit
The night air was thick with tension as Jafad moved with quiet precision through the bustling streets of the underground black market. The market, with its glowing neon signs and the hum of low conversations, was a perfect veil for those with secrets to keep. Among the many merchants, buyers, and shady figures, Jafad’s presence was all but invisible. His aura was cloaked, his footsteps soundless, and even his scent was masked, a skill he had acquired through rigorous training.
He moved like a shadow, weaving through the crowd with ease, his eyes locked on the back of PunkMaster. The battle between Viktor and PunkMaster had been intense, but it was clear that the latter was no longer at his full strength. His steps were slower, his posture more rigid, and there
