Julie waved, feigning annoyance. "Geez, I hope you guys can work out your feelings." She inhaled, staring keenly at them. "I can clearly see you cherish each other.""Shut up, you're saying nonsense," Karla said and coughed slightly."Hm, and look who's blushing." Julie pointed at Karla's red face, causing Duncan to chuckle. The banter continued, easing the lingering tension in the hallway. Duncan exchanged a glance with Karla, and a subtle understanding passed between them. Julie, with her infectious laughter, brought a sense of lightness to the heavy atmosphere. The police inspector walked up to them, halting their discussion as Abigail approached them."Miss Karla, I'm sorry to say this, but you won't be able to stay at your place for a while because we will be doing some investigations there.""Really? Where am I going to stay then?""I guess you can check into a hotel.""My hotel is available, and I'm sure you would like to be one of our favorite patronizers again," Abiga

Outside the cell, the mysterious figure glanced around, ensuring no witnesses lingered in the shadows. He then swiftly made his way through the dimly lit corridors, disappearing into the labyrinthine depths of the detention center. Back in the cell, Peterson's lifeless form lay sprawled on the cold floor, the gravity of the encounter sinking in. Suddenly, the cell door creaked open, revealing the returning figure of Duncan and Abigail."What the hell happened in here?" Duncan exclaimed, rushing to Peterson's side but cautious of touching him. Abigail gasped, covering her mouth in shock at the gruesome scene."He knew something, something important about Duncan," the mysterious figure's voice echoed from the darkness. Duncan's eyes narrowed, his gaze flickering between Peterson's lifeless body and the retreating shadow. "Who are you?""I am someone who ensures that secrets stay buried," the voice lingered before fading away. Abigail looked at Duncan with concern. "Do you know w

Karla, growing suspicious, muttered, "Why did Abigail leave to answer the call?" Duncan, emphasizing the need for privacy, responded, "Some matters require discretion, Karla." In Abigail's absence, Karla's gaze shifted between Duncan and Xia who was standing some meters away, searching for answers. The tension in the surroundings heightened until Abigail returned, offering an apology for the interruption.Karla, unable to contain her curiosity, asked, "Who was it?" Abigail hesitated for a moment before revealing, "It was my uncle." Karla, eager to know more, asked," Who's your uncle?" But Abigail remained silent, staring at her with an intensity that conveyed something else. Duncan, catching the weight of Karla's suspicion, looked at her with a knowing expression. "Karla, I know you think Abigail has secrets, but sometimes appearances can be deceiving. People have their reasons for privacy."Karla sighed, realizing Duncan's point. "Yeah, you're probably right. I just can't sh

The following day, Inside the hideout, Duncan entered to find Sarah, Walker, and the rest of the team armed and ready. They gathered around a table, maps and blueprints spread out before them.Walker acknowledged Duncan's arrival, "Duncan, we've been going over the plan again. Ready to lead?"Duncan, holding a map, replied confidently, "Let's do this. I'll lead the way." The group moved out, navigating cautiously through the dense woods toward Gregg's hideout. The atmosphere was tense, each step bringing them closer to the heart of Gregg's criminal operations. At Gregg's Mafia group hideout, the scene was a stark contrast to the quiet anticipation outside. Laughter echoed through a large, dimly lit hall where Gregg lounged on a rocking chair, engaged in conversation with Rhino, his friend. They discussed drugs and their illicit business, particularly women trafficking. Meanwhile, a woman seductively vied for Gregg's attention, earning his praises. As the discussion continued,

Some hours later, In the elegant living room, tensions brewed as Marcus and Zinnia confronted Ma'am Luna. The air was thick with frustration and disapproval. The matriarch sat in the center, her figure composed despite the storm around her, with other family members occupying their own corners. Marcus, his anger palpable, launched into his tirade. "Grandmother, I can't fathom why you entrusted Duncan with such a crucial responsibility. He has proven to be nothing but a total loser. He skips work, doesn't show up on some days, and less than 24 hours before the presentation, he hasn't even shared the presentation with us. Last night, he returned home late, and this morning, he left early without a word. It's unacceptable." Zinnia, echoing her brother's sentiments, stepped forward. "I stand with Marcus on this, grandmother. Duncan's lack of seriousness is appalling. You've granted him undeserved privileges for too long, and he's taken advantage of both you and us." Lisa and Isab