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Ronan paused, deep in thought, before answering in a low voice, “We planned to hijack a ship carrying new organ storage equipment, ship number 41. But at the same time, along the same route, ship number 14 appeared. The vessels looked identical. My men made a fatal mistake, and the hijack turned bloody. I nearly went bankrupt, so I decided to keep some of the goods to recover my losses.”
The vice mayor stiffened, fear creeping into his tone. “Ship number 14? You mean you hijacked ship number 14?”
Ronan blinked, confused by his reaction. “Yeah. Why are you so shaken?”
“Don’t you understand?” the vice mayor said sharply. “The most feared assassin organization on the dark web is tracking down the hijacker of that shipment. They’ve even put a massive reward on the table for information.” His voice trembled as he continued, “That group has never failed to take down their targets. No wonder Black Tiger’s death was so brutal, and the police still have no leads.”
The color drained from Ronan’s face. “They don’t run arms factories. How could those weapons belong to them?”
“You think arms dealers can’t pay for killers?” the vice mayor shot back. “Ronan, your time is running out. I can’t protect you anymore. You’re on your own.”
The call ended, leaving Ronan frozen in place. He turned to glance at the stash of weapons he had kept, a chill sliding down his spine.
Rylie had been swamped these past few days. After acing all her classes with top marks, she was planning to apply for early graduation and pursue a master’s degree. She hadn’t picked which school to attend yet, so she decided to set that choice aside for now.
A pharmacist from HaloFlow Pharmacy called her, sounding both thrilled and worn out.
“We don’t know what’s going on lately, but so many people are coming to see Selah for treatment. It’s so busy that appointments are fully booked for a month. We can barely keep up, Rylie. Please come help us or convince Selah to hire more staff.”
“That’s a good problem to have,” Rylie replied. “I’ll come by today and help with the consultations. Hiring new people takes time, so let’s talk it over first.”
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She rode her motorbike to HaloFlow Pharmacy, arriving a little after eight in the morning, and found the place crowded with patients.
After parking, she stepped inside and spotted several livestream setups in the consultation area, where two technicians were busy adjusting the equipment. Curious, she asked, “What’s going on here?”
A pharmacist approached and explained, “The CEO of a streaming company was cured of chronic back pain by Selah. He wanted to invest in expanding HaloFlow Pharmacy, but Selah declined. Today, he brought a new concept that’s trending in their company — online livestream consultations, claiming it can be a way to treat patients and make money.”
Rylie raised a brow. “Older folks don’t really get this kind of stuff. Let me try it out. It’s like YouTube Live or Instagram, right? I already have an account.”
The CEO had sent a few staff members just to guide her. They helped her log in and went over the platform rules with polite professionalism.
New streamers got special boosts to help them grow, with their videos promoted in the rookie section and traffic nudged up every so often. Still, everything depended on how well the streamer performed.
Rylie knew a little about the scene. Most popular streams built their audience with drama, flashy moments, or straight-up showing off just to get fans to send gifts.
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