Chapter: 524

After a quick wash, Norah crawled into bed, exhausted from the day's trials.

As the smoke dispersed in the abandoned factory, several bodies lay scattered on the ground. Jovanni, wounded in the arm, still clung tightly to the suitcase full of money and was glaring fiercely at Oscar. “Oscar, are you hell-bent on wiping us out?"

Most of Jovanni's men lay on the ground. Some were still breathing, while others were dead.

Oscar's eyes glinted with deadly resolve. “You made the first move.

Why couldn't we retaliate? Your threats mean nothing to me. If I tell the world you tried to steal my firearms, who do you think they'll believe, you or the Breaker?"

Looking at the fallen bodies of his own men, Jovanni couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. So many lives lost.

Jovanni had to admit he was afraid. He didn't want to die. With his forces dwindling, he reluctantly placed the suitcase on the ground and raised his hands in surrender. “I'll give you the money. Please, spare us," he implored.

"The fight started because of you. Do you really think I'd let you off the hook?" Oscar bellowed, "Go to hell!"

A gunshot echoed through the air. Jovanni fell, his eyes still open in death.

Unbeknownst to Norah, Oscar believed it was Jovanni's men who had instigated the conflict over the firearms.

Oscar ordered to take away all of Jovanni's men who were still breathing.

It wasn't until Oscar and his men reached the factory's entrance that they realized the firearms and the van were gone, except for the unconscious driver.

"Where are the firearms? Tell me!" Oscar demanded angrily.

Oscar kicked hard on the driver, causing the latter to groan in pain.

As the driver opened his eyes, he felt the weight of many cold stares upon him. He shuddered in fear and uttered, "Sir..."

"Where are the firearms?" Oscar demanded.

“I heard you call me, so I got out of the car, and then... And then I passed out."

"You useless fool! You couldn't even guard the firearms!" Oscar slapped the driver across the face, and the sound reverberated in the silent night.

With a terrifyingly grim expression, Oscar commanded, “Have some of our men come and pick us up."

Oscar was livid. Damn Jovanni! Arranging for the firearms to be stolen had to be Jovanni's doing. He shouldn't have let Jovanni die so easily. But at least, with the suitcase of money in hand, the deal wasn't a complete loss.

In the early light of dawn at the hotel, Norah was up and about, making her way to secure Snow Flower and various essential medicinal herbs from a shadowy dealer.

Clouds gathered thick in the sky, hinting at the possibility of rain.

The herbs found in the shadowy corners of the market were as good as the rumors suggested. They were top-notch.

Norah paid the dealer and then made her way back to the hotel, her arms full of the precious herbs.