title = Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! Chapter N
The Hyena’s expression shifted wildly, but he didn’t dare lash out. He simply gripped his glass and slinked away in disgrace.
After the Hyena left, a few others approached to offer their greetings.
Some reminisced over past deals.
Some tested the waters regarding his arms network.
Some feigned casual interest in the Med-Tech Quarantine.
Others tried to fish for whether Joker already knew the inside scoop on the auction lots.
Julian remained seated throughout, exuding composed elegance with a gentle smile on his lips.
He gave no one a definitive answer.
Yet from every brief exchange, he managed to sift out a grain of useful information.
That was until one of them mentioned a newcomer arriving at the Med-Tech Quarantine tonight.
The latest rising star of the medical underworld.
The Panacea.
The moment she boarded, she poisoned one of the ship’s staff to death.
The commotion was quite significant.
When Julian heard that name, a nearly imperceptible shift occurred in his eyes.
The Panacea… wasn’t that the person Hazel Carring had mentioned?
The undercover contact she and Serena had arranged for Project Zero-Transit?
She was also one of Hazel’s associates.
Julian’s eyes flashed thoughtfully.
It seemed the asset Hazel and his sister planted had successfully boarded.
It was just a pity Serena couldn’t make it.
If he ran into this Panacea later, he would make sure to look out for her on behalf of Serena and Hazel.
At the security boarding gate for Project Zero-Transit.
Eight figures boarded the ship in succession.
The man leading them was tall and broad-shouldered, with deep-set features that bore a distinct Central European heritage.
Clad in full black tactical gear, his towering physique looked even more imposing.
He stood well over six feet tall.
A sidearm was strapped to his waist.
His footsteps were remarkably steady, and the oppressive aura he radiated made people think twice before approaching.
This was Fenris.
The head of the top overseas mercenary contracting firm.
In the foreign mercenary circles, the name Fenris carried tremendous weight.
The mercenary squad under his
command had undertaken
countless high-risk escorts, warzone evacuations and black market
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They had even executed numerous firepower-clearing operations between transnational illicit organizations.
As long as the price was right, Fenris took the job.
And he had never failed a single contract.
The eight elite mercenaries he brought with him were the absolute apex of his fighting force.
Each one reeked of the blood and grit acquired on real battlefields.
They didn’t belong to Drake Hunter.
They owed no allegiance to any nation.
Nor did they serve any underground syndicate.
They only took orders from Fenris.
Furthermore, none of them knew that Fenris’s true identity was Captain Jerrick Lancaster of the Elyndorian forces.
To them, he was simply their boss.
Because Fenris’s mercenary group was so renowned, the ship’s verification process was brief.
Project Zero-Transit had hired quite a few overseas security outfits this time around, and Fenris Squad was the most elite among them.
When Jerrick Lancaster led his eight elites to the director in charge, the man handed him a patrol map for the lower and middle decks.
“Mr. Fenris, your team is responsible
for patrolling the lower-mid sectors.
Your primary objective is securing
the perimeter of the cargo hold
The director pointed to several spots on the map. “Here, here, and these three corridors they
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for the cargo
“Without Mr. Raven’s explicit orders, no one is permitted to enter the inner hold p>
The Raven.
At the mention of that name, a fleeting glint of cold fury flashed in Jerrick’s eyes.
But he quickly suppressed it.
He took the map and gave it a dispassionate glance.