The moment Julian appeared, many eyes fixed upon him.
Soon, someone recognized the black-and-gold Joker emblem on his cuffs.
"Joker?"
"He actually came in person?"
"It looks like tonight's merchandise is definitely not simple."
"If it's enough to draw Joker out, Project Zero-Transit must be hiding something far more valuable than we imagined."
Low murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Joker, one of the most enigmatic buyers in the international arms trade.
No one knew his true identity.
Nor did anyone know just how many underground weapons channels he controlled.
They only knew one thing.
Any deal that warranted Joker's personal appearance was never small.
"Joker?" A surprised voice called out. "I didn't expect you to be here too."
The speaker was a middle-aged man.
He wore a half-metal mask, held a wine glass, and was flanked by two towering bodyguards.
Julian shot him a look and recognized the man.
The middleman for the European gray energy market.
Silas 'The Hyena' Varga.
The Hyena approached with a smile. "Someone spread a rumor last time that you were planning to pull out of the Asian arms circuit. I thought it was true."
Julian accepted a drink from a passing waiter but didn't take a sip, merely swirling the amber liquid. "Even if I did pull out, someone would need the appetite to swallow it."
The Hyena's smile stiffened.
Several onlookers who were eavesdropping quietly averted their gazes.
Julian's tone was mild, but the implication was crystal clear.
Even if he tossed his network aside, not just anyone had the lifespan to handle it.



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