Mr. Robinson exhaled shakily, his voice heavy with resignation. "Whoever your boss is… tell him not to hurt Selena. Give me a few days to think about it. I don’t want anyone else getting involved."

The man in black let out a chilling laugh, his presence radiating pure menace. "Good. We’ll make sure no one else gets hurt."

Mr. Robinson clenched his fists. "At least… tell me his name. I’ll write him a letter."

The man smirked. "Since you can’t do anything about it anyway, sure. His name is Ronald."

The moment Mr. Robinson heard it, his face went pale. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. Ronald Nish…?

"That’s right." The man’s smirk widened. "So get to writing, old man."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Mr. Robinson frozen in his seat.

But Jack was already on the move.

He had been listening from the shadows, and now he followed the man in black through the darkened streets. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, his mind racing. Ronald Nish… so he’s the one behind this.

The man stopped in an empty lot, sensing Jack’s presence. Without turning around, he spoke.

"You’ve been following me. Got something to say?"

Jack stepped forward, his fists clenched. "I heard what you and Robinson discussed. I want to know where you took Selena." His voice was cold, sharp—dangerous.

The man finally turned, an amused glint in his eye. "Ah… so you must be Jack."

Jack’s glare didn’t waver.

"You don’t need to know," the man continued. "Mr. Robinson will hand his company over to us, and in return… we might return Selena. That is, if she’s still alive."

Jack’s breath hitched for just a second. Then rage surged through him like wildfire.

"If you won’t tell me—" he growled, stepping forward. "Then I’ll beat the answer out of you."

The man chuckled darkly. "You really want to disappear from this world, don’t you?"

What he didn’t know… was that Jack was a grandmaster.

Jack’s eyes burned with fury. He clenched his fist, energy crackling around it.

"Lightning Fist."

A deafening thunderclap shattered the sky. Jack’s fist struck the man’s chest with a force like a raging storm.

¡BOOM!

The man was sent flying back three meters, crashing into the ground with a thud. Dust and debris swirled around them.

Jack didn’t move, his stance unwavering. "I suggest you start talking."

The man coughed, pushing himself up, his expression no longer smug. "Heh… I didn’t expect you to actually have power." He wiped blood from his lip, his eyes flashing with something darker.

"But that only means one thing…"

His aura suddenly shifted, growing heavier—deadlier.

"You’re an obstacle to our goal." His grin twisted into something sinister. "And obstacles… need to be removed."