Chapter 197: Jaston Intel

Ander Yale stood a short distance away, tucked neatly into a dead patch of shadow beyond the streetlights. No one paid him any attention. "Jaston people in Zerton?" he murmured, amusement curling at the corner of his mouth. "Isn't that Kelsey Seywell from the Dragon Group the one hunting them down? Interesting." He turned, ready to head back to the hotel and dig deeper, but stopped again. A taxi rolled up to the curb. A tall man climbed out. Miller. Frederick Yare's top disciple from the Jenbo...