chapter 477

The man’s voice echoed through the vast, empty warehouse. Dexter’s hand instinctively went to the hilt of his weapon, though he didn’t draw it. His eyes narrowed, scanning the man who stood before them.

“You’ve got nerve showing up here,” Dexter said, his voice steady but his mind already calculating. “I wasn’t expecting a warm welcome, but I was hoping for more than a cocky greeting.”

The man chuckled, the sound cold and hollow. He was tall, with dark hair that hung in messy strands around his sharp features. His clothes were tailored but worn, as if he had been living on the edge of something for far too long.

“You misunderstand,” the man said, his grin widening. “I’m not here to fight. I’m here to help. Or rather, to give you a choice. A very important choice.”

Dexter kept his hand on his weapon, but he didn’t move forward. He couldn’t afford to be careless, not with everything on the line. The man wasn’t just some low-level informant; Dexter could sense that much. There was a deep
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