Chapter: 520

Her hotel suite was on the twelfth floor, and a loud, lively wind came through the open window. Feeling the cool breeze on her face, the stunning Norah's eyes lit up with a hint of a smile. "Breaker, are you ready for the surprise I'm sending?" she thought.

At Rushfall River, the moonlight made the water sparkle and dance.

Oscar personally led a team for the arms trading. He was still frustrated about the recent robbery by the Sacredice as well as their destroying the Breaker's warehouse. Riss had given him a piece of his mind because of all these.

Riss didn't realize how close Oscar came to danger that night, with the members from the Sacredice aiming their guns at him. When it came down to it, Oscar knew life was more valuable than money.

Tonight's deal was vital for the Breaker to regain its strength and rebuild what was lost.

In a dim, deserted factory, about twenty people quietly watched over the crates, surrounded by the sounds of nature and their breaths.

Then, there were footsteps at the entrance.

Oscar perked up, straightened his posture, and said, "They've arrived."

As soon as he spoke, a group of over ten bodyguards in black suits entered through the doorway.

Oscar warmly welcomed his dealer and introduced the weapons.

Then, the dealer revealed the money he had brought, displaying stacks of bills in his suitcase.

Seeing the money, Oscar's face Lit up with excitement.

“We've done business together in the past, so let's swap the money for the goods." Oscar spoke confidently, having been through plenty of deals before. He scanned the group.

The dealer checked the goods and agreed, "Alright."

Right as the two groups were about to seal the deal, a smoke grenade was hurled into the factory, filling the air with a sharp and irritating smoke that quickly spread around the room.

Oscar's pulse quickened, feeling the other party was about to rob.

“Why are you acting this way? Haven't we successfully traded many times?"

“Oscar, what the hell are you doing?" the dealer asked.

They questioned simultaneously, each suspecting the other playing tricks.

The strong odor was overwhelming, causing their eyes to turn red and making it hard to breathe. They clumsily covered their faces.

"Is this your doing, sending the smoke in here? Guard the weapons!"

Oscar yelled. Luckily, he had prepared his men beforehand.

“Fuck, Oscar! Don't pin this on me. Do you think you can just take the cash and run? That's not happening! We're out of here," the dealer declared.

Oscar couldn't grasp why his dealer decided to leave. Not planning to steal his weapons?