Supremacy Games

1473 A Night Raid!

Ravager, Miss Sanae, and Nidam's expressions were a mix of shock, disbelief, and anger.

Ravager clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "I always respected him for the work he does for the low-

class spirits, but this? He's a warden, for heavens' sake! He's supposed to protect the citizens, not be a part of its underbelly!"

Nidam shook his head in dismay. "I have interacted with him so many times and even attended his seminars. It's hard to believe someone you've looked up to can be this... corrupted."

Miss Sanae's eyes flickered with anger, their usual calm replaced by a storm. "I knew that the organization had a far reach in the government, but this is getting ridiculous. This makes our job so much harder, considering the influence he has."

Felix leaned against the table, rubbing his temples. His thought process was vastly different than theirs.

'Elder Carbuncle, is this why you wanted me to become a law enforcer? Is this why you said that I need to be careful?'

Felix understood that Carbuncle had eyes all over the place, watching and documenting everything since the day he had gotten his scribe's title..

He figured that he watched his wife get abused or something, but now, he started to realize that the situation must be much worse than that.

'It can't be that his wife has been turned into a fallen specter.'

When he recalled how fallen specters become after the transformation, he couldn't imagine how was Carbuncle still holding his sanity...

"I know, shocking right?" Mr. Atticus continued on, "But when I studied the scale of the organization, I realized that he is still a mere member and the leader must be someone above him in rank. So, you are still interested in taking them down?"

"We already knew about that, stop trying to discourage us and spit everything you discussed with Sharky." Nidam ordered with a stern tone, "Don't miss a single detail, everything will be used in court when we bring him in."

"Fine." Mr. Atticus shrugged and began narrating, "He approached me at a party many years ago and told me that he had noticed my lack of trusted servants to continue my empire's expansion. So, he introduced me to the perfect 'product'. Fallen Specters."

"They don't need Lumus, significance they never pose a risk of being banished. They're obedient, almost robotically so. It's like their will has been stripped away. And the best part," Mr. Atticus added with a somewhat excited tone, "They don't register in the system. So you can have as many as you want, bypassing the servant limit."

was enough to make them understand that many companies would do everything

in the spirit realm...If you want to work for someone, you have to be his servant or the servant of

way or another and run their tasks with the law

fallen specters were outside of the equation since they had no desire to protect their rights by becoming a legitimate

as their needs were met, they were the perfect

it was too good to be true, so I told him to give me just one for a trial run." Mr. Atticus chuckled

Sanae changed the subject quickly, "I assume

have purchased an additional ten from

Organization. Instead of

later on

his crimes, he was protected from everything related to this case the moment he became a main

any proof for the

video recordings showing the deals going through, plus the delivery of the fallen specters by Sharky's

give us everything and be ready when we call you to testify in the

wish you all the luck in the realm." Mr. Atticus stood up as he affixed his suit, planning to

ear. Then, he whispered with a suppressed tone.

you too." Mr. Atticus laughed in amusement and walked away, not too

he reminded them. "I expect my

that, he

witness and even evidence enough to put Sharky away for a

understanding with serious

them understand that the organization might have many more governmental officials hidden. If they wanted this to be considered

They weren't worried about him ratting them to the organization or

was scary, the law enforcement department was a hundred times scarier...Any smart man would

...

couple of days later...Near Sharky's Mansion in

cold, silvery glow...As the clock tower chimed midnight, shadows began to move in synchrony, advancing

known for its magnificence and opulence, now stood as the lair of

Charleson's squad, cloaked in the night, moved swiftly and silently...They formed a perimeter around the estate, ensuring no

grand entrance and blew it wide open