As lan and Oliver were left alone, the tension in the room was palpable.

Ralap, a man known for his caution, had stationed guards outside of lan's dwelling since the night before.

It was a charade of protection that thinly veiled his true intentions—surveillance. Ralap was after the medicine, a valuable

commodity in their cutthroat world. Now that it was gone, his unease was evident, yet he knew better than to lay a finger on lan.

As soon as the door closed, Oliver stood up, and brushed off the invisible dust from his jeans in a gesture of readiness.

"So, lan, when are we making our move?" he asked, the casual tone belying the gravity of their situation.

lan's gaze drifted toward the window; dusk was only a few hours away. He had deliberately leaked his location to the hounds who

were baying for his blood. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were under K's command.

K's influence seemed to have spread even here. Undoubtedly, K was holding back for sreason—if not, they would have been

wiped off the map with a single bomb, rather than this elaborate hunt within the island's confines.

But tonight, K's men would come. And when they did, amidst the clash with Ralap's forces, lan and Oliver would slip away to find

Maja.

Oliver didn't wait for an answer; he knew the pattern of their conversations well enough. Together, they silently bid their time.

Two hours later, the calm was shattered by the distant sound of gunfire. Ralap sat erect in the parlor, sipping his tea. Upon hearing

the shots, he turned to his most trusted aide.

"Go check what's happening."

But before the aide could move, the sporadic gunfire turned into a cacophony of chaos.

"Boss, I'll cover you. We need to get out of here," the aide insisted as Ralap's expression soured. Had his enemies dared to

upon Middle Island so

got the gall to cause such a ruckus on Middle Island?" Ralap muttered angrily.

the other families. We must deal with this external

a direct threat to the resources of Inner Island's ruling families. They had to eradicate

they planned for lan.

"Understood, boss."

Elder; tell him we

by the families. Quentin was much more than a collaborator like BLACK to them;

to all of Forbidden Island's surveillance,

for centuries,

turned to

was already aware that K's men had made their move. He had expected a

Island, which was a blatant disregard for

into him?" Quentin mused darkly, wiping the blood from his

our island forces, and eliminate K's

K was mad enough to take things this far, Quentin

At least thirty have been

has

Elder."

and it was likely

well.

I want to see if K has the guts to

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surrounding waters were under lockdown; no vessel would pass by for days, so their operations would

he obliterated the island, he would make it

lan, and

trail, and Philip was astonished

the island—not yet. He wanted to see her, to facilitate

she once said to him? That he was too consumed by darkness to lead,

to those

curled into a smile, but quickly his expression morphed into the warm and gentle mask he wore as Phelps

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