"Bert Mercer?" I lifted an eyebrow—this caught me off guard.
"Mason Raymond, run now. Bert Mercer's heading your way, he's a peak Military Marquis!" Phoebe Billy's voice was laced with panic.
I just snorted. "Don't worry. Bert Mercer's nothing."
Phoebe Billy went quiet on the other end.
A peak Military Marquis was nothing?
Was I bragging or actually confident?
"Mason Raymond, you..." Phoebe Billy started, but seemed lost for words.
I cut him off and switched topics. "Phoebe Billy, use this time to rally support as fast as you can."
"And make sure you figure out how the Capital City Martial Arts Association's power is split up."
Phoebe Billy's voice turned serious. "I understand, but Ms. Zackary controls everything now. I barely have any real power."
I chuckled. "No problem, just work within whatever authority you've got, and watch your back."
With that, I ended the call.
