Chapter 137: a taken boss

The call purring in from his encrypted line prompted Mathias Vladimir to sigh as he eyed the gaggle of anxious underbosses arrayed before him. "We have a situation, it seems," he remarked, holding up a single finger for silence as he accepted the call. "Da…?" "Multiple threats being tracked, mate," came the hushed response, the unmistakable lilt of his spy counterpart making the hair prickle on the back of Mathias' neck. "Serious chatter about your main compound getting hit hard tonight. Some sort of bloody raid." Mathias frowned, throwing his associates a pointed look that instantly put them on high alert. "By whom? The local police or the underground market?" There was a brief but pregnant pause before the answer came, quieter than a church mouse's fart. "Hunter." The blood drained from Mathias' face as those two syllables hung in the air like a death knell. He swallowed hard, not bothering to disguise the quaver of fear in his voice as he sought confirmation. "Th-The Hunter Fa