A faint nod of approval escaped Arthur's lips. "And what about Ethan?"
Evolon's tone shifted subtly, blending cold statistics with quiet admiration. "Ethan is embedded deep within the western corridor, navigating the arms markets of Noctis.
In the past few months, he has seized control over ten percent of the continent's arms industry,not through overt acquisition but by weaving supply lines through proxy companies, shell exporters, and black-market distributors. Many clients don't even realize they're purchasing Osborn-controlled goods."
Arthur couldn't help but smile,a slow, predatory grin that hinted at satisfaction. "And what about those who do know?"
"They choose it anyway," Evolon replied matter-of-factly.
His pricing models and delivery reliability outclass every rival on the continent,even hostile factions have found themselves dependent on his shipments."
