The little boy knew everything. He knew about his connection with Jeremy and the Night Warriors and the fact that he was pretending to be an information broker despite being an insider in the guild.
Su-Ho gritted his teeth. He had been played. Was he representing one of the 8 Great Forces? If so, he was fucked.
However, if he was simply an envoy of one of the tiny clans spread across Telos Dou Dromou, he could beg Jeremy for help. The Night Warriors were a clan with a rich history, and couldn't just be taken down.
If he begged with all his might, Jeremy might take pity. After all, he'd done the Night Warriors a service by recommending clients.
Moreover, he possessed an executive position in the clan.
Well, it wasn't a clan. The Night Warriors were an information guild known for their vast contacts.