Chapter 45

Kai still seating at the small desk in his apartment, the dim glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. The files from his comrade still lay open in front of him, the contents meticulously organized but deeply unsettling.

He leaned forward, his sharp eyes scanning the details once more, piecing together a narrative that felt like a noose tightening around his neck.

The men who had come after him were no ordinary mercenaries.

They were all ex-military, and not just any military—they had served in elite units, the kind of men trained for high-stakes operations. What stood out most, though, wasn't just their backgrounds—it was the trail of money.

At that moment Kai's fingers tapped the edge of the table as he analyzed the bank statements. Each of the men had received a deposit into their accounts just days before the attack. A hundred thousand dollars each.