Hearing this, Vincent put on the bulletproof vest and asked, “Anything else we need to prepare?”

“This should suffice. Now, we can only hope that our luck endures and we locate the medicine Hades requires.” Katelyn sighed quietly.

If she couldn’t locate the herb, she’d have to turn to alternative medications. However, those alternatives lacked potency and would postpone Carol’s much-needed surgery. Until every option was exhausted, Katelyn refused to give up. ? find·novel·net

Vincent helped pack the boxes of weapons, probing, “So it’s for Hades. I never heard you mention this before.”

“Hades prefers to maintain a low profile and doesn’t want me discussing it,” Katelyn explained, then meticulously inspected the weapons she was taking. These were all items she had acquired after returning from Yata.

“Let’s go.”

“Alright.”

The black market wasn’t located in Granville; it was situated at the border between two countries. To be precise, it was a region devastated by warfare and ruled by drug lords—a lawless expanse where the authorities had no power.

They set out in the afternoon and didn’t arrive until after dark. There were no delineated boundaries here; if an individual possessed an item to sell, they could merely spread a tattered cloth upon the ground and commence selling.

However, as soon as they exited the vehicle, a gunshot abruptly echoed through the air!

Katelyn and Vincent quickly took cover behind their car, their expressions growing grim. They meticulously surveyed the area around them. Someone was apparently trying to forcefully take resources from the black market. That was the very reason Katelyn had come so well-armed.

In the black market, rules were non-existent, and lawlessness prevailed, making it a hub for dangerous and unauthorized trades. Even after paying a premium for goods, the risk of violent theft was constant. The black market had even developed this dark chain of transactions: the moment someone acquired something of value, armed individuals would come to snatch it away.

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Tension filled Katelyn’s body. Silence followed a few gunshots. With caution, she looked out, eager to understand the commotion outside.

Outside, she noticed security personnel removing bodies from the underworld market. These individuals had been hit by bullets in the latest violent exchange.

Vincent’s expression turned icy as he gave a sharp command, “Always be ready with your handgun, but mind you don’t fire it by mistake.”

Gripping her weapon tightly in her pocket, Katelyn nodded gravely. They watched the scene for some time. Once confident of their safety, they ventured into the market.

Despite the recent deaths, street sellers were still hawking their goods. To them, such fatalities were all too common.

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