Jeremiah said gravely, “They’re organized and disciplined, all armed with heavy machine guns.”

Yvette raised an eyebrow, her expression indifferent. As Jeremiah finished speaking, the doorbell rang, followed by urgent knocking. “Jeremiah, Yvette, something’s wrong!” Jeremiah opened the door to find Emmett, Charles, and a clearly groggy Samantha. Eagle King emerged from the adjacent room, carrying two large black suitcases, his face stern.

Emmett said solemnly, “Jeremiah, something’s wrong. The lobby is in chaos. Those masked men in black will reach the fifth floor in less than ten minutes.”

Eagle King added, “These are likely members of the notorious local gangs, the Black Shadows and Crimson Blades. They survive by robbing; this hotel is the best in the area, and anyone staying here has money. They plan to make a big score tonight.”

Jeremiah remained calm, whispering, “Come in, let’s talk inside.” Once inside, Yvette sat on the sofa, legs crossed, looking quite relaxed.

“Yvette,” Jeremiah began.

“Take a seat,” Yvette said nonchalantly.

If not for the chaos downstairs, Emmett would have thought nothing was happening, given Yvette’s calm demeanor. Samantha yawned, finally waking up. She had a feeling this trip to Voraxia wouldn’t be peaceful, but encountering such a thrilling robbery right away was overwhelming. But with Yvette and Jeremiah around, she felt incredibly safe.

“Just a robbery?” Samantha asked.

Eagle King shook his head. “No way, Samantha. In Voraxia, there are no legal restrictions. Robbery, kidnapping, and murder happen all the time.”

Every time she heard such things, Samantha felt immensely grateful to be born in Clusia.

Yvette’s gaze fell on the two black suitcases. “Everything ready?” she asked calmly.

Emmett, Charles, and Samantha didn’t understand. Only Jeremiah, looking at the black suitcases, knew what was inside, his eyes revealing understanding.

Eagle King placed the suitcases on the table and opened them. Both were filled with the latest weapons from Eldoria, a superpower in arms manufacturing, surpassing even those from Mysonna.

Emmett and Charles’s eyes lit up with excitement when they saw the sniper rifles. Emmett carefully picked up one, his eyes wide with disbelief, gently caressing it.

“Wow, this is the NTW-20 sniper rifle, the latest model from Eldoria. It’s a long-range anti-material rifle, with a total length of six feet, weighing eighty pounds, and a twenty-millimeter caliber. It has powerful firepower and unique features from Southtoria. The initial velocity can reach 2362.2 feet per second, and if loaded with high-explosive rounds, it can attack targets within about two miles—cars, planes, or helicopters,” Emmett said, awestruck.

Charles also picked up a rifle, examining it closely, his expression serious. “The Croatian RT20, a twenty-millimeter large-caliber sniper rifle with a maximum effective range of 1.9 miles. It can destroy protected targets within its range. It’s five feet long and weighs fifty pounds. This is also a new release from Eldoria this year. Everyone in the underworld gangs of Mysonna is vying to get their hands on the first batch,” Charles explained gravely.

They exchanged a glance. Each of the seven sniper rifles was the latest model from Eldoria, not yet on the market or even available on the black market. They wondered how Eagle King managed to acquire them and questioned his true identity.

Jeremiah’s dark, intense gaze never left Yvette. Samantha noticed Emmett and Charles’s palpable excitement. While she didn’t fully understand the technical jargon, she could tell these guns were incredibly valuable.

Samantha turned to Eagle King with a grin. “Eagle King, you’re something else! Getting your hands on these rare gems? You’re a real pro!”

Eagle King, seated on the sofa, took a sip of water, nearly choking. He quickly waved his hand, stealing a glance at Yvette’s expression. Seeing her indifferent, he finally spoke, “Samantha, I don’t have that kind of pull.”

Samantha laughed. “Eagle King, don’t be modest. If not you, then who else could it be?”

Eagle King, addressing the group seriously, said, “I didn’t get these. Yvette did. I only found out after seeing them myself.” He honestly could acquire some of these weapons, but a complete set of the latest models was nearly impossible. Even if available, the price would be astronomical. The truth was, these were gifts from the leader of the Black Shadows in Eldoria, given to Yvette for free.

All eyes swiveled to Yvette, lounging on the sofa in simple jeans and a black T-shirt, her hair slightly disheveled from sleep, adding to her allure. They wondered if Yvette had that much clout in Eldoria—more than clout; it was a level of respect beyond measure.

Eagle King, noticing their stunned expressions, paused before adding, “And they’re free, unlimited.” The room fell into heavy silence.

After a moment, Samantha couldn’t hold back her shock. “Free? Do you mean what I think you mean?”

Emmett and Charles were speechless. Emmett realized there was always someone better, someone as amazing as Yvette. He thought, ‘She’s freaking awesome.’ Charles felt the same way. He knew Yvette wasn’t ordinary, but he never imagined her influence extended to Eldoria.

Jeremiah stood with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, his legs slightly bent. His gaze was intense. Watching the others’ reactions, Eagle King realized he had made the right call by speaking up.

Yvette lifted her face and spoke, her voice cool and detached. “Are you going to waste time on trivial matters?”

Her nonchalant tone made Emmett, Charles, and Samantha feel like they were overreacting. Only Yvette could dismiss something like this as a minor detail.

The three smiled bitterly. Eagle King picked up his water glass, took a sip, and lowered his eyes. He thought, ‘Let the shock pass. This was just the beginning.’ He had been through countless life-and-death situations with Yvette over the years. He sometimes couldn’t fathom all the skills and hidden identities Yvette possessed. Every time he thought he had a handle on everything, Yvette would surprise him with something new, leaving him speechless. The most infuriating thing was that, to Yvette, all of this was just a bunch of “trivial matters.”

Jeremiah looked at the stunned group, pinched the corner of his eye, and whispered, “In two minutes, they’ll be here. This isn’t the time to stare. Pick a gun that feels right. Since they’ve come, let’s make sure they all stay.” He delivered the harshest words in the calmest tone.