Chapter: Shadows on the Hunt
The cold Russian air still carried the faint tension from the Shadow Auction as Tolisk and Jafad made their way out of Moscow. In the silent night, Tolisk clutched the worn map, his knuckles white as his mind burned with thoughts of vengeance.
"PunkMaster... an honorary guest in a high-tier family?" he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Jafad, walking beside him, glanced at Tolisk. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? His cunning and opportunism aren’t just for show. The real question is why a high-tier family would back him.”
Tolisk sneered. “I don’t care why. All that matters is making him pay.”
Jafad smirked. “Good. Keep that fire, but remember—revenge isn’t about rushing. It’s about precision.”
The map led them to a series of coordinates spanning seve
