The security guard glanced at Luna Lance, his expression screaming that despite her flashy designer clothes, she was incredibly stingy.
Luna was practically fuming.
As a wealthy heiress, she could easily scrape together a few million dollars. But why donate it when she could spend it on jewelry and designer bags for herself?
That evening when she got home, Mira detailed the situation with the Ghost-Needle to Master Ellis and Owen.
"Are they really that arrogant? Do they think we're pushovers?
I'm going to the Balkan Underworld myself to wipe those bastards out!"
Master Ellis immediately started packing his bags. He was a man of action.
"No, you can't go," Mira said, hurriedly grabbing his arm. "Hank went there last year and barely made it back alive."
"You really shouldn't go," Owen added, frowning. "It's not just some ordinary place. The criminal syndicates there are powerful and deeply entrenched. Even the police can't touch them."
"Just because the police are helpless doesn't mean I am," Master Ellis said stubbornly.
"Trust me, I'll figure this out," Owen said, desperate to put the old man's mind at ease.
"Just keep an eye on things here in Aethelgard. Foreign criminals would need a safe house when they arrive.
There's no way they could evade the police and local factions without an insider's help."
"What can you possibly do? Mira can't be put in danger again." She might have dodged a bullet once or twice, but what about a third time?
"Don't worry, my instincts are sharp. I can sense danger before a killer even makes a move.
By the way, right after I encountered the assassin today, I looked up and saw Luna and Seraphina nearby." Mira bit her lip.
"My gut tells me they're involved.
You should keep an eye on Lawrence's family."
"Do Luna and Seraphina even have the capability to take you on?" Master Ellis asked, confused.



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