Chapter 242: Jim’s Departure

Jim stood in the depths of the night, brows slightly furrowed, eyes sharp—his mind seeming to hold an entire map of troop formations. He continued to speak, steadily and without pause.

His pace gradually quickened, yet not a single detail was muddled. Complex routes, time checkpoints, overlapping patrol cycles—he recited them all with the clarity of running water, missing not a single nuance.

“…As for the latest changes, starting tomorrow, there will be a minor rotation at the northwest sector. One hour before the shift, a temporary gap in security will occur. Three days later, the northern troops will reposition. The transfer path follows a Z-shaped detour through the eastern trail—except, the breach near the southeastern cliff face will be left unguarded.”

Livia continued writing rapidly, quietly astonished.

—This man’s memory… it was even more terrifying than the rumors said.

He wasn’t merely a king of the underworld—he was a hunter, a walking map.

Though she kept her expression ca