Chapter 81: A Chance Encounter

Late at night.

The Silver Moon had long since climbed to the center of the sky, its cool, clear light draping over rooftops and streets like a thin veil.

The clamor of the day had long faded, and the entire city was submerged in silence, broken only by the occasional sound of waves crashing against the distant docks.

The Flame Trade Association headquarters stood in the middle of Tide Street, occupying an entire city block.

Viewed from above, it resembled a grand manor within the city.

Its opulence was on par with, if not greater than, the headquarters of the Tulip Commerce Association.

On Tide Street, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, possessing such a vast property was in itself a symbol of wealth and status.

At the mouth of an alley diagonally across from the headquarters, Anton stood in the shadows, his figure melting into the darkness.

He had already changed his face, reverting to his original appearance as Canglan.