CHAPTER 51 : INTERROGATIONSeven in the morning. The air inside the Crex Police Department’s interrogation room was cold and heavy. A white neon light cast its glow over a metal table at the centre of the room, where three individuals sat in silence. On the right, Jody, wearing a denim jacket, his hands cuffed. In the middle, Jenny, pale-faced with messy blonde hair. On the left, Jesica, still in the tight black outfit she wore the previous night—a failed package now sealed by reality.The door opened. Marco entered with calm, deliberate steps, each one radiating pressure. His face was stern, composed, and he had no time for pleasantries. He set a file on the table, opened it, and took out a photograph: an image of a black SUV coming to a sudden stop on Dura Street, blocked by unfamiliar motorbikes.He looked at each of them in turn.“You all know why you're here,” he said quietly, yet firmly.No one answered. Jenny looked down. Jody leaned back in his chair, turning his face away. Je

CHAPTER 53 : A VISIT FOR SORAAt ten in the morning, the sky over Crex City was veiled by a thin layer of clouds, hanging like a grey curtain. A gentle breeze rustled the trees in the front yard of Sora's residence, the leader of the Sora Fighter martial arts centre. Today marked Roy’s final visit to complete Sora’s full recovery, which had been ongoing for four weeks.Roy stepped out of his black Pagani and gazed at the large traditional-style house with modern touches before him. He wore casual attire—a grey shirt and black trousers—with his long hair untied and his fabricated face displaying its usual stern expression. To most, he appeared as an ordinary man, but hidden beneath that calm, mysterious façade lay immense strength.The front door opened. Winny greeted him with a warm smile. The young woman wore a white training outfit, her hair tied neatly at the back.“You're right on time, Uncle Roy,” she said politely. Once cold and arrogant towards Roy, her attitude had completely

CHAPTER 55 : BUYING A NEW VILLAAt ten in the morning, the atmosphere inside the Sales Office of Villa Buenos was calm and professional. The building stood majestically in the heart of Crex’s elite real estate district. Glass walls and gleaming marble floors reflected the opulence of the place. Inside, staff members dressed impeccably, busy attending to high-profile clients—businesspeople, celebrities, and the extraordinarily wealthy.Roy Farlaine walked in with a composed air. His appearance was unmistakable—long hair neatly flowing, his handsome face expressionless yet elegant, and his attire simple but spotless. He wore a light grey shirt with black trousers—formal enough for business dealings, yet comfortably modest. In his hand, he carried a slim folder containing important documents and a digital transfer receipt from his personal account.As Roy entered the main hall, a woman with her hair in a chignon greeted him with a stiff smile.“Good morning. How may I assist you?” she as

CHAPTER 57 : DINNER INVITATION FROM BIANCAGalaxy Restaurant was bustling tonight. Situated in the heart of Crex's elite district, it occupied the 20th floor of a tall glass building that offered sweeping views of the city from above. The glow of streetlights below, combined with the soft flicker of candles on each table, added a luxurious and romantic feel to the place. But tonight, that atmosphere felt oddly misplaced to Roy.Roy sat calmly in a corner of the restaurant, facing Winny, who looked stunning in an elegant red gown with subtle makeup. Her long hair was neatly coiled, leaving a few strands cascading along her cheek. Around them, guests came and went. None of them knew the young couple were, in fact, infiltrators.Roy wore a dark suit and a grey tie. His sharp features were hidden beneath a synthetic latex mask crafted by Bing, concealing his true identity. From his seat, Roy had a clear view of the restaurant’s entrance. He wasn’t here for a romantic dinner. He was here o

CHAPTER 59 : TONIGHT’S TROUBLE, SAFEThe clock struck nine when Roy finally handed his car keys to Winny. The streetlights of Crex illuminated her long hair, shimmering like silk, and her pale skin stood in striking contrast to the casual red dress that hugged her slender figure. Roy said little—only a brief nod to signal that she should take the car home."Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you back to the villa?" Winny asked, glancing at him with a hint of hesitation.Roy shook his head. “I’ll go with Ruben. He needs a driver now.”Winny didn’t argue. She knew Roy wasn’t one to explain himself. Without another word, she slipped into Roy’s black Pagani and cruised calmly through the city streets. Meanwhile, Roy walked toward a black SUV parked not far away, where Ruben sat in the front passenger seat, his arm wrapped in a bandage. Though still pale, his condition had improved since earlier that evening.Ruben’s five bodyguards had been taken to hospital with serious injuries aft