Noel nodded slowly, sensing the weight behind my words. "Preparation?"
"Something like that," I muttered, fingers absently brushing the armrest.
He chuckled softly. "Yeah. Like those idiots from Brazil who tried to solo the fifth and didn't make it."
Noel's grin faded into something more serious when I asked, "What's up with the Brazilians?"
He raised a brow. "Wait, you don't know?"
I leaned forward, curious now. "I've been busy clearing, you know."
He let out a short exhale, a mix of disbelief and understanding. "Right. Of course you have."
There was a pause, then he sat up straighter, the casual air around him tightening.
"Well," he started, his voice a touch lower, "the Brazilian community's in chaos right now. Two of their biggest rising names — the twins, Renan and Rafael — they were called 'The B Brothers' online. Known for clearing early floors with brutal efficiency. Real aggressive types. Thought they could brute-force anything."
I nodded.
