Chapter 222: Shadows Among the Stalls
The Black Market
Tobias narrowed his gaze. "I'm a businessman. I'm not going to tell you how I get my goods."
The man nodded. "Yes, I apologize for that."
"How do you expect to carry them, though? Where are your people?"
"They're coming," the man said simply.
Tobias frowned beneath his mask. He didn't like waiting twice for the same man. But he said nothing. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms as they waited.
Minutes passed. The air grew heavy with silence. Then he heard it—footsteps, five sets, steady and deliberate.
Five cloaked figures appeared from the tunnel's bend, faces hidden, movements precise. They carried empty satchels and carts, and without a word, began transferring the remains into them.
Tobias watched quietly. His gaze darted from one to another, his instincts sharpened by habit. Every motion they made, he noted—their height, their rhythm, their silence.
