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Chapter 104, Justice And Mercy.
Author: Leena Mustafa
last update2025-06-14 19:35:04

The Knights of Askalan headquarters was chaotic as Hadi spread the police interrogation reports across the central table. Haitham was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Ali was scrolling through data on his wrist display, and Malik sitting with his head in his hands. The only one missing was Marwan, who had stormed out an hour earlier after another argument about their next move.

Hadi tapped the first file. "Fahid and Bella both insist they don’t know Walid’s current location. Only that he left the country weeks ago."

Ali frowned. "And the bunker?"

"Guarded by a separate faction, some mercenary group called the Iron Vultures. According to Bella, they don’t even communicate directly with Walid’s inner circle. Just take orders through encrypted channels."

Haitham’s jaw tightened. "So we’re chasing ghosts."

"Not necessarily." Hadi pulled up a map, highlighting a rugged mountain range north of the city. "Fahid gave us coordinates. Even if Walid isn’t there, the bunk
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