A monstrous, black SUV drove across the highway, its engine revving softly. Kate sat behind the steering wheel, her eyes fixated on the road. Beside her was Brandon, who had a serious expression. His gaze was sharp as he stared ahead, his hands resting on the AK-47 on his lap.Jack and Jane sat in the back seat in silence, patting the guns which rested on their laps. The former wielded a pistol which he'd taken from the warehouse, while the latter wielded her signature revolver.Tonight, they were heading for Lance, the man who had betrayed Brian and tried to kill him. Jack had rounded his team up without any delay. Seeing how urgent the mission was, Kate and Brandon didn't even ask any questions. They immediately readied themselves, prepared for battle. They'd never seen the boss so furious. Although he looked calm on the surface, they could feel the anger beneath.Kate and Brandon exchanged glances at the front seat, but they didn't say anything. They had no idea what was happening,

Brian stood in the guest room, gazing outside the window. His brows were knitted, his eyes fixated on the trees several meters away from the safehouse. He could hear the chirping of crickets and cicadas. An owl hooted from a tree close to his room, flying silently past the window. The night was supposed to be peaceful. But it wasn't.He was still thinking about Lance and everything he told him. It wasn't the betrayal that hurt him the most. It was his family's murder and the lie he had to tell himself all those years.“I knew…” he muttered to himself. “I knew he'd eventually do something like that…”He looked up, tears streaming down his face. He didn't know how many times he'd cried… There was no reason to keep scores. Worse of all, he didn't know when he'd heal from something like this. Perhaps, it wasn't what he could recover from for the rest of his life.His eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. It was already 3:05am. The Master had left the safehouse around midnight and was yet

In the morning, Jack and the others sat down in the dining room to have breakfast. Margaret and Kate joined them a few minutes later, completing the circle.After exchanging pleasantries with the others, Margaret asked, “Did you spend the night here, Brian?”“Yes,” Brian replied, offering her a smile. “Something serious happened last night…”He exchanged glances with Jack, who took the initiative to explain things. By the time he was done, Margaret was horrified. She gaped, darting between Brian and Jack.“Something like that really happened?” She couldn't believe Jack's words. Just when she'd thought the world was evil, she was greeted with another situation. It seemed that the evil in the hearts of humans knew no bounds.Jack nodded. “Even I couldn't imagine something like that… I mean…”He shook his head slowly, patting Brian on the back. “Brian is a very strong man, and I admire him very much… Honestly, I want to be like you.”So far, he felt he wasn't mentally resilient enough. I

In the evening, Jane left to contact the CIA agents, leaving Jack alone once more. He stood outside the safehouse staring at the sunset. It was a shade of crimson and white, a beautiful vista which he appreciated.He didn't enter the safehouse... Instead, he spent a few minutes practicing the Jeet Kune Do and Sanda techniques he'd learnt.When he was done, he checked the Tycoon's Ledger status to see his progress. But what he saw made him let out a deep sigh.[Tycoon's Ledger statusIntegrations: 2/5Integrations: Jeet Kune Do (70%) and Sanda (65%)]The progress remained the same, even after he'd practiced for days. It was as if his hours of practice weren't making any difference.‘What should I do for the percentages to go up?’ he asked himself, touching his chin.Then it clicked. He had to learn everything to increase the percentage. If he managed to master Jeet Kune Do and Sanda, he might have a chance of pushing the percentages way higher… They'd be at least 80%.“I need to be mor

Jack’s eyes flared open around 9:00pm. He listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart and the ticking of the clock on the wall. His expression turned into a deep frown as he sat up immediately.If his predictions were right, James Whitefield would be making a move tonight. No doubt, Margaret was the target. To him, she was the heir of the Neuman Empire, the backbone of everyone. If only he knew he was still alive…“Jane is not around,” he muttered to himself. “So, Brandon's the one protecting Margaret. The ten mercenaries she hired are also guarding the estate…”He fell into a deep thought, wondering if he should be worried. His security was very tight. There was no way any assassin was getting through. They'd be gunned down before they even reached the mansion.Fearing that he wouldn't have any leverage against James Whitefield when the time came, he picked up his phone. He dialed Brandon's number and waited for it to ring. His private bodyguard picked up the call in five seconds.