章 191: Deadly Precision

While everyone had their targets, Strax and Cristine were in an unknown location that Cristine had brought him to.

It was a small, concrete room, well-lit only by a few solitary lamps hanging from the ceiling. The room itself was simple and unassuming, with maps and notes scattered across a wooden table worn by time.

In the midst of this chaotic array of information was the location of their first real target: Malek, one of the most influential executives of the Black Association. He had evaded their previous attempts, but now, he was within their reach.

Cristine gazed at the map, her eyes glowing with intensity. She had always been impatient, hungry for revenge, and now, with Malek so close, her blood seemed to boil with anticipation.

"There he is," Cristine pointed to a spot on the map, Malek's hideout location. "He's moving with a small convoy. Looks like he's trying to relocate before the army can track him, but here we are, tracking him."