chapter 117

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering screen of a monitor displaying various surveillance feeds. The mysterious man sat in a high-backed leather chair, his fingers steepled as he watched the images pass before his eyes. Every movement, every word spoken by his targets was carefully recorded, analyzed, and stored. His network was vast, reaching into places few could imagine, and nothing escaped his notice.

A door creaked open behind him, and a figure stepped into the room, cloaked in darkness. The man didn’t need to turn around to know who it was; the presence was familiar, a trusted operative who had been by his side for years.

“You called for me,” the figure said, his voice low and respectful.

The mysterious man nodded, his gaze never leaving the monitor. “Yes. I have a new task for you. It’s delicate, and it requires your… particular set of skills.”

The figure stepped closer, the light catching his features briefly—a sharp jawline, cold, calculating eyes,