CHAPTER 188
Vextral Gage stood unmoving at the side of the elevator—a silent silhouette amid the chaos. They seemed to be in the lobby, as there were lounge seats and tables, a counter at the side, and closed doors around. This place seemed to be the center of where everyone could meet wherever they go.
The gunfire cracked through the underground halls, screams echoed, and the sharp tang of blood and poison burnt in the air. Yet he didn't flinch. He simply stood there, one hand holding his pistol loosely, his other resting calmly at his side.
Smoke curled around his boots, the poisonous fog thickening with every breath. Through it, he watched the scene unfold—the hunters scrambling behind steel counters, one of them shouting orders, another firing wildly toward his men. His expression was unreadable, almost bored.
Then his gaze sharpened.
