"You’re really strong… Why didn’t anyone tell us this?" the man in black sneered, wiping blood from his lip, eyes glinting with hatred. "But it doesn’t matter anymore."

He stepped backward, aura flaring one last time.
"The next time we meet… you won’t see the light of day again."

"Don’t run!" Jack growled, taking a step forward.
"Tell me where Selena is—where is she?!"

¡BOOM!

A thick cloud of gray smoke exploded around them.

"Smoke bomb—!" Jack cursed, waving his arm as the fog engulfed the area. "Damn it!"

The shadows swallowed everything. When the smoke cleared—he was gone.

"WHERE IS HE!!!" Jack roared, his voice echoing into the night.

In fury, Jack drove his fist into the ground.
CRACK!

The road split beneath the force of his punch, concrete exploding upward as debris scattered in every direction.

"I won’t forgive them…" Jack whispered, electricity flickering in his clenched fists. His voice rose, fueled by pain and rage.
"I’LL GATHER THEM ALL—EVERY LAST ONE WHO LAID A HAND ON SELENA!"

Meanwhile, in Mr. Razel’s mansion…

The room was quiet, save for the turning of pages. Mr. Razel sat at his massive oak desk, flipping through an old leather-bound notebook filled with scribbled notes and contacts.

His sharp eyes scanned the page until he stopped, tapping one entry.

"I’m sure this will help Jack," he muttered.

Without hesitation, he picked up the phone and dialed a number only few people knew.

It rang once. Twice. Then a voice answered.

"You finally called," the informant said. "What do you need, Mr. Razel?"

Razel didn’t waste time. "I need information—anything on what’s happening. The people Jack is after… and Selena’s whereabouts."

There was silence, then a low voice replied,
"I heard whispers… that Mr. Robinson was abducted—possibly by one of his former transaction partners. But who? I don’t know yet. The name hasn’t surfaced."

Razel narrowed his eyes. "You have three days. Find out who it is. I want locations. Names. Everything."

"You’ll have it," the informant said. "If anyone can dig it up… it’s me."

Razel ended the call and leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Hold on, Jack. The pieces are starting to move."