Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 2380

---- Chapter 2380 Andrew nodded in understanding and waited for Joaquin to continue while casually taking the mask from him. Joaquin went on, "Secondly, at a private trading event like this, anonymity helps when you're buying or selling. Once you've made your deal, you can leave anytime, and even if someone tries to follow or target you later, they won't know who you are." Andrew slipped the mask on, his entire face now hidden except for his eyes. "I understand, Mr. Briggs. You can head back now. I'll take it from here." Joaquin nodded and quietly left.

Andrew pushed through the curtain ahead and stepped into a dimly lit room where several figures sat scattered around in no particular order. Two of them were already trading something wrapped in a black cloth, though it was impossible to tell what it was. The rest were either chatting in low tones, zoning out, or clearly waiting for someone to arrive. Without drawing attention, Andrew found a spot near the center and sat down. The two trading voices were hoarse, altered to hide their real tones. Clearly, they were being careful. "This is what you wanted," one of them said.

me for a fool, the one who dies won't be me. It'll be his entire family." "Don't threaten me. I don't take well to

acting like they were ready to kill each other. Anyone walking in might have thought they had stumbled into a den of assassins. However, real assassins were not like this. They valued professionalism and trust, not this kind of childish posturing. These two were acting more like bandits fighting over loot. Fortunately, the fight did not actually break out. Once they were both satisfied with the exchange, they packed up and left quickly. ---- Everyone in the room wore masks,

more masked figures began trickling in, each with different builds and postures. Many came with a purpose, heading straight to specific trading partners. Some bartered item for item, while others whispered in corners, negotiating quietly. A few just sat alone, either waiting or pretending not to care. After that, a heavy, lumbering figure, definitely a fat man, raised his voice,