Chapter 82: Desperate Last Stand

Under the cover of night, Elijah Quinny moved quickly to a secluded courtyard. Grant Spears stood there with a squad from the Peacekeeping Bureau, uniforms crisp, gear strapped, ready to move. "Northville Marshal, there is movement across the way." The moment he spotted Elijah, he hurried forward to meet him. Elijah nodded, speaking casually, "Perfect. I am curious to see where their confidence comes from." He smiled, unhurried and unbothered, then sauntered toward the City Lord's Mansion. As...