He was well aware of what Obsidian Sun was capable of.
After all, Project Zero-Transit maintained a long-standing partnership with the syndicate.
Even Specimen Seven was merchandise placed on the ship by Obsidian Sun, destined to be traded at Whitecliffe Harbor.
If the deep-rooted ties between the ship's administration and Obsidian Sun were suddenly dragged into the light for all the buyers to see...
The fallout would be catastrophic.
What kind of reputation did Obsidian Sun hold?
They were globally notorious, blacklisted by dozens of nations, with enough blood on their hands to fill an ocean.
Even though many of the elites sitting in this room were hardly saints themselves, the sheer mention of Obsidian Sun made their skin crawl.
It was a tainted name.
Project Zero-Transit was perfectly fine taking their commissions quietly in the shadows, adhering to the rules.
But they absolutely refused to be publicly tethered to Obsidian Sun and subjected to the resulting scrutiny.
Especially tonight. Specimen Fourteen had already caused an unprecedented uproar, and the administration had barely managed to regain control of the room.
If word leaked now that this was all tied to Obsidian Sun...
A cold sweat broke out along Director Kaelen's spine. Snapping to his senses, he immediately issued orders. "This involves an internal maritime investigation. Take the cloaked figure away."
"Hand over the prisoner and the devices. Lock down all associated data immediately. The administration will conduct a centralized audit."
"Absolutely no unverified findings are to be leaked outside this circle."
With a wave of his hand, he signaled the nearby staff. "Use the secure service corridors."
On cue, two security guards moved in to take custody of Malachi Vance from the mercenary squad.
The cloaked figure's hands were bound tightly behind his back. The heavy hood that had completely obscured his features was thrown back, revealing a face twisted with a terrifying, sullen rage.
Director Kaelen took one look at him and desperately wanted the man hauled out of sight.
But before the guards could even take a step, a light chuckle drifted over from nearby.
"Well, well! Obsidian Sun, is it?"
The laugh wasn't particularly loud,
yet it carried a deliberate,
that instantly
exaggerated edge th
drew the eyes of everyone lingering
in the hall.
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A man wearing a grinning mask stood just a few feet away, exuding his usual
careless, trouble-seeking aura.
Seeing that he had secured
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everyone's attention, he tilted his
head. "My, my. You mean that... globally notorious underground syndicate? The one perpetually sitting on everyone's most-wanted lists because they have a terrifying obsession with conducting live human experimentation... Obsidian Sun?"
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He sounded utterly fascinated, like he had just stumbled upon the juiciest piece of gossip in the world.
Hearing that theatrical tone, Director Kaelen's face turned to stone.
He glared at the masked man, his lips trembling slightly.
Rage boiled in his chest.
But the moment his eyes locked onto that grinning mask, he forced himself to swallow the anger.
This was the apex broker for the world's deadliest bounty hunters. He was an entity that no one in the mercenary underworld dared to offend.
Director Kaelen simply couldn't afford to cross him.
However, just as the director was about to laugh the situation off and smooth things over, the crowd erupted.
The buyers, who had previously only caught snippets and weren't entirely sure what was happening, completely lost their minds.
"Obsidian Sun? That cloaked guy belongs to Obsidian Sun?"
"Wait, so the medic who just tried to sabotage Specimen Fourteen was planted by them?"
"Obsidian Sun was trying to use a medical evac to steal Specimen Fourteen back?!"
Several pairs of eyes zeroed in on the restrained cloaked figure.
It didn't take long for the recognition
to hit. "It's him! During the bidding war for the Pale Blue Serum, he was driving up the
the one relentless ling
price against The Sterling
Sovereign!"