The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 862

As long as the combatants didn't push into their area, Leilani and the others would be relatively safe.

Callahan nodded, finding no flaw in Bason's deployment. He glanced at Leilani and Payton, adding, "Bason, two scouting teams are enough. Group the rest of the men to focus entirely on protecting Leilani and Payton."

Bason wasn't about to argue with his employer. He gave a firm nod, confirming the adjustment.

At Bason’s signal, the team members grew deadly serious. Moving in complete silence, they checked their gear and chambered rounds into their suppressed pistols.

Before melting into the jungle, Callahan turned to give Leilani one last, intense look. "We'll be in and out. If anything happens on your end, fire a flare immediately. We'll cap it at ten minutes. Discovery or no discovery, we fall back here. Keep your head down."

Leilani nodded earnestly, her eyes brimming with worry. "Please be careful."

With that, the two teams vanished into the impenetrable, sweltering rainforest like ghosts, swallowed whole by the dense layers of broad leaves and tangled vines.

The damp river breeze swept over them, carrying the faint, metallic scent of gunpowder and blood from upstream.

One side bore a vicious, black-and-red Scorpion Bloom. The other sported a striking green Twin-Headed Serpent outlined in gold, exuding a sinister vibe.

Bason recognized them instantly.

"The Blackwater Clan and the Maengka Tribe," Bason whispered, pressing himself closer to the dirt beside Callahan. "They're the two biggest powers in this region. They constantly clash over territory, water, and smuggling routes. Firefights like this happen every other day."

Callahan's brow furrowed tightly. These guys didn't look like easy targets. If they fought this ruthlessly over a standard border dispute, getting caught in their crosshairs could completely derail their plans.