Fatmala sat in the control room on the top floor of Atmajaya Group’s main building, surrounded by massive screens displaying various CCTV footage from across the city. In front of her, two neatly dressed technical staff were busy typing into a facial recognition search system.“Recheck the route from the restaurant to the highway near the city park,” Fatmala commanded, her tone cold but firm.“Yes, Ms. Fatmala,” one of the staff quickly responded. “We’ve tagged the person believed to be Hansen in three recordings. But after that, he vanished. As if he knew how to avoid the cameras.”Fatmala bit her lip gently. Not out of anger, but frustration. That night—after her meeting with Hansen and the commotion triggered by Bama—she hadn’t had the chance to speak with him further. And now, Hansen had disappeared without a trace, like mist fading at sunrise.“Use the motion pattern analysis system. He couldn’t have just disappeared,” she said.One of the screens displayed a city route, tangled

The night breeze blew gently as Fatmala and Hansen stepped out of the modest restaurant. Though their previous conversation had yet to reach a firm agreement, the look on Fatmala’s face showed a quiet confidence—she would get Hansen’s help, sooner or later. Behind them, two black cars with tinted windows waited. Fatmala’s personal bodyguards stood alert, dressed in black suits with earpieces hidden behind neatly combed hair.However, one of them—a bald man with the codename “Kobra”—wore an expression that was too perfectly neutral to be natural. Behind his glasses, his eyes watched Hansen intently. There was a flicker of hatred there—subtle, but unmistakable.The first car drove ahead, carrying Fatmala and Hansen, while the second followed as backup. Kobra sat in the front passenger seat beside the driver. His fingers quietly tapped a message into a tiny device hidden inside his jacket."Target with Fatmala. Will arrive at hospital in 20 minutes. Proceed as planned. —Kobra."The messa

In the southern region of the country of Epora, the soft evening breeze swept over the balcony of a luxurious colonial-style villa owned by the Laotaro family. The sky had begun to turn orange, and the scent of the distant sea brought a sense of calm to anyone standing there. Alyssa, wearing a simple white dress, stood leaning against the balcony railing, staring blankly at the horizon.Her heart and mind were uneasy. It had been nearly a month since she last heard anything from Hansen. The man had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth, and though there were no official ties between them, the feelings in her heart throbbed with uncertainty."Hansen..." she murmured softly, barely louder than the wind. "I hope you're safe… wherever you are."Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from inside the house. Alyssa turned, slightly startled to see her father, Laotaro, standing at the balcony doorway, arms crossed, a faint smile etched on his face."Still thinking about Mr. Hansen?" he

Hansen made a sudden hand gesture.Whoosh!Bam!Kevin's body was suddenly thrown backward, slamming into the wall with a loud thud. Everyone in the room was stunned. Leona nearly screamed, while Fatmala covered her mouth in shock.From the pocket of Kevin’s white coat, something fell to the floor and rolled a few times before stopping near Shimin Atmajaya’s feet.It was a small, clear vial filled with a dark red liquid that looked thick like blood but shimmered oddly under the light. Hansen quickly stepped forward, crouched down, and picked up the bottle. Just a brief touch was enough for him to sense the heavy demonic aura emanating from it.The same demonic aura he had found in Hendra’s body.“This...” he muttered quietly, his eyes narrowing sharply. “This isn't medicine. It's poison… or more precisely—a catalyst of the curse.”Kevin struggled to get back on his feet, his face pale. “That... that's not mine! I don’t know how it got into my pocket! Someone must’ve planted it!”Shimin

Just when everyone thought Alan would be captured, a sudden explosion shook the side of the room. A deep growl echoed, and from behind the collapsed wall emerged a tall, hulking figure radiating a terrifying dark aura.“At last, we meet again, boy!” bellowed a heavy voice.Bama.The old man in a dark robe stepped forward, his body still covered in lingering, unhealed wounds. His large hand swung forward instantly, aiming a brutal blow toward Hansen.Swoosh!Hansen, who had been focused on Alan, instinctively leaped aside—his instincts saving his life.BOOM!The wall behind him shattered, smoke and debris flying everywhere, deafening everyone inside the building.“You old fossil,” Hansen shouted as he jumped back, eyes blazing with fury. “Still haven’t learned your lesson after what happened that night?!”Bama let out a booming laugh, his raspy voice shaking the air. “You think I lost that night because you were strong? No, boy. I retreated… because I had a more important mission.”Han