Followed

After the strange man in the lobby had left the building, Draco and his group were led up a staircase.

The lady led the group to a room on the second floor, and brought them to a luxurious waiting room.

The room had comfortable looking leather couches, and rich tapestries adorned the room's wall.

There were also refreshments already waiting on a table, and Snow rushed over to the table to partake. 

"Sho.. good!" Snow said, her voice muffled by the food in her mouth. 

As Snow was stuffing her pretty face with sweets, Draco handed the bag to the lady. 

The lady stumbled as she grabbed the heavy bag, "It will take us some time to sort through all of this, and we will return with the proper amount of Dinars." she said. 

As the lady left she had to drag the bag out of the room, for there was simply no way she could carry it for longer than a few seconds. 

After she left Draco took a seat on the couch next to Snow, and his soldier stood guard by the door. 

Draco saw that there were pastries and various treats on the table. As he tried a delicious cake, he called over to his soldier. 

"You sure you don't want some?" he asked, seeing that the man had taken the liberty to stand. 

However the soldier just shook his head, evidently taking his job seriously. 

Draco didn't bother to ask him again. If the man wanted to do his job, who was he to stop them? 

They waited in the room like this for almost thirty minutes before the door opened again. 

This time, they were greeted by a rather plump man wearing luxurious clothes. 

"Greetings, friend. I heard you were a friend of Saalim. My name is Bushra." he said, bowing towards Draco. 

Draco stood up from his seat and shook the man's hand. 

 "You can call me Draco, Saalim sent me here. He spoke very highly of you." Draco lied, trying to be friendly.

The plump man laughed boisterously, "Did he now? Well, we're not called Sabha's best exchange center for no reason." he said.

Draco simply chuckled in response.

Bushra continued, "On to business. It took us quite some time to collect enough Dinars to satisfy what you brought us."

He called out behind him and one of his men carried a metal crate into the room. 

The man set the crate onto one of the empty sofas, and he unlatched it to show that it was filled with stacks of cash.

"There are exactly 1,270,000 Libyan Dinars in that box. Normally, we charge a 15% fee for gold exchanges. However, since you are friends with The Emir, we only took a 5% cut." Bushra said. 

Draco wasn't happy about giving away a cut at all, but he understood that this was the price of business. 

Draco walked over to the box and looked it over, seeing that these Dinars looked exactly the same as the cash he had stolen from Khalifa Haftar's office. 

The box was entirely filled with bills numbered '1000', and Draco wondered how much this was worth in US dollars. 

'It's best to ask Amber what the conversion rate is, I don't want to show my ignorance here.' Draco thought, closing the lid of the box. 

Draco lifted the hefty box up, "It's a pleasure doing business with you, Bushra." Draco said.

"Anytime, my friend. If you have more gold or jewels come back, but not too soon! I have to restock my coffers." Bushra laughed.

Draco nodded and turned to exit the room, eager to leave.

Snow quickly grabbed another pastry and followed Draco out of the room, and his soldier walked behind them. 

As they left the building from the lobby, Draco saw that Addo was still waiting in the car for him. 

Draco placed the cash-filled box into the backseat, and once everyone was seated they began to drive off. 

As Draco sat in the passenger seat, he said to Addo, "The snacks back in there worked up my appetite. I haven't eaten a proper meal in almost two days. Take us somewhere to eat, I want to try some local cuisine before we leave." 

Addo didn't know the city's streets, but he took a detour from the main road in search of a suitable restaurant. 

Unknown to Draco's group, a vehicle had started following them as soon as they left the exchange center. 

They kept a good distance away to avoid detection, and they followed them through side streets and zig-zagging corridors. 

Eventually, Addo noticed something was up. 

Looking at the rear-view mirror, he mentioned this to Draco, "Sir, I think we're being followed." he said. 

Draco looked at the side mirror and saw that a car was indeed behind them, and since they were now on empty side streets it became more apparent.

Their vehicle had entered a narrow street surrounded by rows of buildings, and Addo was forced to stop when he saw a car suddenly appear on the other end of the road. 

This car was blocking off the narrow street, and the car that had followed them came to a stop a short distance behind them. 

Seeing that they were now boxed in, Draco sighed. 

"It looks like you were right, Addo." Draco said, opening the vehicle's door to step out into the street. 

Draco yelled out to the vehicle in front of them, "Hey! You're blocking the road, get the f*ck out of the way!" 

However, instead of leaving, Draco saw four people get out of the car. 

Draco turned his head to see another three people get out of the car behind him. 

A man suddenly stepped forward from the group in front of him, and he loudly cleared his throat. 

"You should really be careful leaving places with such a small security force." the man said, a cruel smile on his face. 

The man radiated the faint pressure of a powered individual, putting Draco on guard. 

"Who the hell are you?" Draco asked, not in the mood to deal with this right now. 

"Call me Lord Yougo. If you didn't already know, I run these streets." the man said arrogantly. 

Draco snorted, "How about, You-go f*ck yourself." he replied. 

Yougo almost choked when he heard that, and a vein started to pop out of his forehead in his anger. 

"I was planning on letting you off easy, for I can tell you are powered like myself. But you clearly need to be taught a lesson." Yougo said. 

Yougo motioned towards the people behind Draco, "Mustafa, get over here and beat this bastard to a pulp. Afterwards, take everything from his car and kill his friends." 

This 'Mustafa' stepped forward and cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin on his lips. 

Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance when he saw that this man was also powered. 

He could tell from just a glance that both Yougo and Mustafa were not very strong, but they were proving to be a headache. 

"Glady, bo-" Mustafa began to say, but he was cut off by the sound of a loud gunshot. 

Mustafa's head exploded into a shower of bones and brain, and Draco smirked as he lowered his golden desert eagle. 

"What a joke!" Draco exclaimed, spitting to the side. 

"MUSTAFAAA!! Noooo!" Yougo shouted, his eyes turning bloodshot with anger.

"Y-you! You've killed my cousin!" he shrieked, grabbing a strange looking weapon on his belt. 

This weapon looked like a whip of sorts, but the leather shimmered with a crimson glow. 

"Shut up! You're next." Draco said, raising his pistol with irritation.

However, Yougo brandished his whip, and it struck out at Draco's golden pistol with a surprising speed. 

The whip wrapped around the barrel of his pistol, and when Yougo retracted his arm the pistol was sent flying out of Draco's grip. 

'Damnit!' Draco thought, not expecting this annoying man to possess a powerful artifact.