Chapter 103 The Stage For Five Cities

• It was evening. Red Phoenix at the driver’s seat inside one of his sleek black cars, parked quietly in front of the one-way stage. The night air outside was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint hum of the car’s engine.
• Red Phoenix turned slightly, glancing at her commander seated at the back. His face was unreadable—calm on the surface, yet she could feel the storm beneath.
• “Commander,” she said carefully, “how are we going to deal with the Fletchers? They’ve done the worst of the worst—spreading news that you’re fake. They deserve to die, not even punishment would suffice. And they left the gravesite when you had clearly ordered them not to.”