Five people were walking through the streets of the Outer City.
All the citizens that saw them stepped to the side in awe.
Five Zephyx Extractors!
In front of the group was the man.
Behind him was the huge man with the long sword, the bald woman with the big staff, and the young woman with the two guns.
Behind the three of them was Ardum.
In this position, the five of them walked through the Outer City.
Today would be the official meeting between Dark Dream and Cycle.
In order to minimize the risk of one party suddenly attacking the other, the meeting was to be held in a restaurant near the busiest street of the Outer City.
After a while of walking, the five of them arrived at the restaurant and sat down at their assigned table.
They had reserved the biggest table in the restaurant, and all five of them sat on one side.
Ardum was in the center with the man beside him.
The other Extractors sat beside them.
The rage from the meeting from two days ago had not vanished.
Instead, it had only turned into cold determination.
Ardum looked troubled and serious.
The man looked troubled.
The huge man and the bald woman looked serious.
The young woman looked like she was suppressing a mountain of rage.
None of them said anything as they waited.
For over ten minutes, they waited, their anger only increasing.
The meeting was supposed to be held at ten a.m., and it was already 9:59 a.m.
This showed that Dark Dream didn't take this seriously!
Finally, a minute later, four people entered the restaurant and walked up to Cycle.
In the front was a young man with light-brown hair, wearing a luxurious suit.
Behind him were three Zephyx Extractors.
The leftmost one was an imposing tall man.
The rightmost one was a beautiful woman with a long rifle that radiated danger.
In the middle was a young man with a powerful body and three silver spears on his back.
However, the huge man and the man noticed the silver glint on the man's legs, which told them that the spears were not his only weapons.
Without saying anything, Wyntor sat down on the seat in front of Ardum.
Nick sat down in the seat in front of the huge man.
Trevor sat down in front of the young woman.
Jenny sat down in front of the bald woman.
No one sat in front of the man.
Wyntor took a breath.
"What do you want, Ardum?" he asked in a tone that made it seem like Ardum was bothering him with something unimportant.
Kiara nearly exploded with anger when she heard Wyntor's tone.
Ardum took a deep breath.
"Wyntor, one of my Extractors has not returned to work," he said carefully. "Do you know anything about this?"
Wyntor looked with boredom at Ardum. "So, you want to play this game openly?"
Ardum furrowed his brows.
"Just answer the question," he said.
Wyntor looked at Ardum.
Then, he looked at Ardum's Zephyx Extractors, who looked back with stalwart eyes.
Eventually, Wyntor's eyes turned back to look at Ardum.
His expression was very relaxed and unimpressed.
"Your spy," Wyntor said.
Then, he gestured to Nick.
"Nick killed her."
The atmosphere intensified.
Kiara seemed like she was about to jump forward and kill Wyntor.
Selina, the bald woman, narrowed her eyes at Nick.
The huge man became more serious, and the man looked troubled.
"She was not a spy!" Kiara shouted as she shot up from her chair.
"Sarah was there to help you because you are too stupid to run your own company!" she shouted in anger as she pointed to Wyntor's face.
This time, Selina didn't pull her back.
"Kiara! Sit down!" the huge man commanded with a deep voice.
"Why should I?!" Kiara shouted. "Sarah died because he is too stupid to take care of his own employees."
At that moment, Jenny furrowed her brows.
"Don't throw accusations when you have no idea what you are talking about. Sit back down, kid," Jenny said.
Kiara glared at Jenny.
"Ardum, this is an official meeting," Wyntor said evenly. "Please tell your people to remain civil."
Ardum took a deep breath.
At that point, Selina pulled Kiara back to her chair.
"I'm sorry," Ardum said with suppressed rage. "Sarah was a friend to all of us. It won't happen again."
Ardum's submissive tone enraged Kiara and Selina.
Why did Ardum always have to suffer because of them?!
"I don't see the issue," Wyntor said casually. "You sent a spy. We got rid of the spy. It happens every day."
"Usually, you are supposed to deny that the spy belonged to you, and we would continue our covert battle."
"But now, you want all of this to become public, which is idiotic."
The four Zephyx Extractors of Cycle listened to Wyntor with suppressed rage.
"Ardum, we both learned about the business of harvesting Zephyx from our father. We know how these things go."
"By going public with all of this and unveiling everything, you're being dumb."
"Wyntor," Ardum interrupted, "this is not about my company. This is about one of my friends."
"Is it not?" Wyntor asked. "Why else would you go public?"
"If this were truly about your friend, you would silently send someone to sabotage Dark Dream."
"By making this public, you are making it more difficult for yourself to go against me since there is now a public record of friction between us. If any of my people die, you will be the prime suspect."
"You actively made it harder to take your revenge by doing this," Wyntor said.
"This is not about revenge," Ardum said with a forceful and dark voice. "I want there to be justice. I want this to be solved aboveboard. I don't want to fight you in the dark."
"You're my brother," Ardum added.
"Brother," Wyntor repeated with an unimpressed tone.
"Which brother sends a twelve-year-old spy to his fourteen-year-old brother?"
