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    Corrine started her car, pulling out of the underground parking lot. “Tell him he doesn’t need to pick me up tonight.”


    “Understood.”


    After ending the call, Corrine concentrated on the road, heading toward the ce where Lone Ranger hadst been seen.


    Lyhaton’s infamous bar street—a ce where chaos, secrets, and shadows collided.


    ording to Vulture’s intel, the area had undergone several rounds of power shifts and was now firmly under Jonathan’s control.


    It was clear that Jonathan’s influence was not to be underestimated.


    Corrine arrived just before five in the afternoon, the bars still quiet, the lull ofte afternoon hanging heavily over the street.


    She parked her car by the side of the road, choosing one of the bars to investigate.


    The bartender, wiping down the counter, shot her a skeptical nce. “Didn’t you see the ‘Closed’ sign?”


    His tone was less than weing—more like a challenge.


    The bartender wasrge and muscr, his frame awkward in the fitted uniform, resembling a bear trapped in a waistcoat.


    Corrine, unfazed, twirled her car keys between her fingers and approached the counter. “I’ll have a martini.”


    It was a coded phrase, a signal that would grant her ess to the bar’s inner circle.


    The bartender’s expression shifted, and he appraised her with a more cautious eye before tossing the cloth onto the counter. “Follow me.”


    Corrine followed the bartender into one of the VIP rooms.


    Behind the room’svish décor, a discreet door was tucked into the wall.


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    Corrine arched an eyebrow upon noticing it.


    “Go on in,” the bartender said, nodding toward the hidden entrance with a subtle jerk of his chin.


    Corrine stepped inside without hesitation.


    As soon as she entered, the door quietly shut behind her.


    Lights flickered on along the narrow passageway, illuminating her path.


    As she progressed down the corridor, the faint murmur of voices grew louder. Soon, the passage widened, revealing thevish spectacle of an underground casino.


    The expansive space was segmented into zones with varying betting limits. Luxurious crystal chandeliers and plush red carpets lent the area a grand atmosphere.


    Above, a vast observation deck allowed surveince of the entire casino.


    The patrons seemed carefree, unbound by the constraints of the daylight world.


    “You look unfamiliar,” a uniformed man said, approaching Corrine with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his watchful eyes. “What would you like to y tonight?”


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