{1200 Power Stones bonus chapter }
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High Table Enforcement Countdown: 1 hour.
After failing to contact Night Demon several times, the Seventh Adjudicator went personally to the San Dian Strip Club.
The moment he stepped inside—
A corpse lay still on the floor, flies buzzing around.
A grim premonition struck him.
With two killers at his side, he pushed deeper into the club.
And there it was—
Night Demon's body sprawled across the office floor, impossible to miss.
But soon his gaze shifted—
Toward the bar.
A woman sat quietly, sipping a glass of whiskey.
The moment he saw her, the Adjudicator's expression darkened.
"Ares… you're supposed to be in New Delhi with Santino. What are you doing here?"
Ares smirked, her eyes glinting.
She set down the glass and signed with her hands:
[I heard you staked your life and worth on this mission…]
Her face carried a trace of mockery.
Still, she poured another glass of whiskey and slid it toward him.
Clearly, the two knew each other—
And shared more than a passing history.
The Adjudicator sat beside her, accepted the glass, and sipped.
"Yes… Whatever happens between the Lighthouse and the High Table, I won't escape death. I brought you into this life—consider this drink your farewell to me."
Ares said nothing at first, only watching him.
After a while, her hands moved again:
[Don't worry. I came here to kill Alex Cross. Call it vengeance… in your name.]
The Adjudicator downed the whiskey in a single gulp, rose to his feet, and left with his two men.
Lighthouse Hotel.
Caine had already entrusted his daughter to Helen, who was also being protected by Nikita.
Downstairs, assassins bustled, hauling crates of weapons.
By Alex Cross's orders:
Floors 3, 6, and 9 were reinforced with temporary supply points.
24 blue-tier assassins were divided into four squads, six per team.
First Squad, plus 30 green-tier killers, fully armed, held the underground training base. Once battle began, the base would be sealed—no entry, no exit.
Second Squad with Caine and Duggan entrenched on the 3rd floor.
Third Squad with John Wick on the 6th floor.
Fourth Squad with Anna and Fox on the 9th floor.
Everything above the 9th floor was declared a forbidden zone.
In the training base's armory, Alex Cross, Anna, Fox, Duggan, John Wick, and Caine gathered.
Margarita equipped them personally:
"Kel-Tec KSG shotgun, 14+1 rounds, heavy punch. The High Table's enforcers wear medium armor. This gun tears right through it.
Kohari CA-415 automatic rifle, 30 rounds—our signature weapon. Strong power, solid penetration. Even with armor, they won't stand."
On the table:
Five automatic shotguns with extra 12-gauge shells.
Five automatic rifles with spare magazines.
Plus, several sets of lightweight body armor to be worn under their suits—offering crucial extra protection without hampering movement.
The other assassin squads were armed as well with Remington M870s and CA-415 rifles, plus heavier vests.
Countdown: 5 minutes.
The training base doors sealed shut. Only the First Squad and their thirty greens remained inside.
Caine, Duggan, John Wick, Anna, and Fox moved to their assigned posts.
Hotel Entrance.
A black sedan stopped.
The Adjudicator stepped out with two killers, entering the lobby.
The air was thick with hostility.
He frowned slightly, then laid a black coin on the front desk.
Moments later, Susie appeared, flanked by five assassins.
No pleasantries.
No wasted words.
The Adjudicator glanced at his watch.
At the two-minute mark, he asked:
"What is the Lighthouse's final decision?"
Susie smiled faintly.
"The Lighthouse will not abandon Mr. Caine… or his daughter."
That was all.
The Adjudicator turned on his heel, phone already in hand as he walked out.
He called the High Table's rotating Twelve Seats.
When the line connected, he simply said:
"The Lighthouse refuses to surrender Caine and his daughter."
Then hung up.
Got in the car.
And drove away.
So natural. So inevitable.
Such were the rules of the High Table.
Back inside, Susie ordered her team:
High-explosive grenades armed.
Doors locked.
Traps set.
Then she and her five assassins took the elevator up.
Power below the 9th floor was cut.
The Lighthouse Hotel entered silent mode.
Countdown ends.
The surrounding streets were deserted.
Two buses rolled up to the hotel entrance.
Sixty enforcers in full tactical armor and helmets, armed with SIG550 assault rifles, disembarked.
They split into ten squads.
The first squad advanced to the front doors—
Pulled at the handles—
BOOM!
A massive explosion ripped the glass doors apart, hurling the entire squad back in pieces.
The remaining nine squads instantly raised their rifles.
Battle formation.
This was it.
The Lighthouse vs. The High Table.
The 48-hour war had begun.
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