After a night full of chaos, there was no time to rest. Will sat in his office, studying every bit of information he could gather about The Black Fox.
"They say he leaves no trace, and no one knows his real face," Jack muttered, staring at the files in front of him.
Ruby, sitting nearby with her feet propped up on the table, smirked. "If there's no trace, that means he's watching you from the inside."
Will slowly turned his chair to face her. "So, you're saying he's working with one of our own?"
Ruby shrugged. "Or someone close to you."
Silence filled the room. Everyone was considering the possibilities.
Jack clenched his fist and slammed it onto the table. "I can't stand the thought of a traitor among us."
Will exhaled and said, "That's why we're going to start watching everyone in The Phoenix."
Ruby chuckled sarcastically. "What a brilliant plan—spying on your own allies. Is that how you build trust?"
Will didn't smile. Instead, he gave her a cold stare and said, "Trust is given to those who earn it, not to those who simply look the part."
The investigation had begun. Will had to move carefully—if The Black Fox realized they were after him, he might disappear forever.
He ordered Jack to form a secret surveillance team with one mission: track every movement of their mafia members, even those closest to them.
At the same time, Will launched a bold plan—he spread a rumor that The Phoenix had obtained highly classified information about Blue Shadow and that this intel would be transported to a specific location at midnight.
"If we have a traitor, they'll pass this information to The Black Fox, and then we'll know who it is," Will said confidently, staring at a map of the city.
Ruby, watching him closely, smirked. "If this guy is as good as you say, he might already be a step ahead of you."
Will didn't turn to look at her but replied in a calm voice, "We'll see."
At midnight, Will stood inside an abandoned warehouse with Jack and a small group of men, waiting for the enemy to make a move.
Minutes passed with no sign of movement—until footsteps echoed in the darkness.
A masked man in a black suit emerged, walking toward them slowly.
"Looks like I've walked into your trap," the man said in a calm tone.
Will didn't move, his sharp eyes analyzing the figure. "Are you The Black Fox?"
The man smirked. "Let's just say… I'm a messenger."
At that moment, gunfire erupted from behind them!
Jack shouted, "It's an ambush!"
Blue Shadow operatives emerged from the darkness, and a fierce battle broke out!
Will swiftly pulled his gun and fired at the masked man, but he dodged the bullets with impressive agility before leaping toward a window to escape!
"Don't let him get away!" Jack yelled, firing his weapon.
Will took off in pursuit, knowing full well that this night was far from over…
Will sprinted after the masked man through the narrow alleys, his footsteps echoing off the old walls reflecting the city's dim lights.
The man was fast—leaping over obstacles and weaving through the passages as if he knew every corner of this urban maze.
"Damn it, he's quick!" Will muttered, pushing himself to move faster.
But just as he was about to close the distance, another figure emerged from the darkness—a tall man wearing a metallic mask, a short sword hanging from his waist.
"It seems my job is to stop you from pursuing him," the man said in a cold voice.
Will halted for a moment, studying his new opponent. "And who are you?"
The man didn't answer. Instead, he drew his sword and took slow, deliberate steps forward.
Will tightened his grip on his gun, realizing that tonight wouldn't be just a simple chase.
Will fired his first shot, but the masked swordsman dodged with lightning-fast reflexes before lunging at him!
Will barely managed to step back in time, but the blade sliced through the edge of his coat.
"Shit, this guy isn't ordinary," he muttered, raising his gun again.
But before he could pull the trigger, the man vanished into the shadows—only to reappear behind him in an instant!
Will barely avoided the next strike, but he felt a sharp sting as the sword grazed his left arm.
"This man isn't just some mercenary…" he thought, keeping his eyes locked on his opponent.
The masked man raised his sword and said, "You won't catch The Black Fox. Not tonight."
But Will smirked. "Oh? We'll see about that."
Then, he tossed a small smoke grenade to the ground, creating a thick cloud that engulfed the area!
When the smoke cleared—Will was gone.
Back at the base, Will leaned back in his chair, ignoring the sting in his arm. The night hadn't gone as planned.
Jack was already waiting for him, arms crossed. "Where the hell did you disappear to?!"
Ruby, sitting in the corner, raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess—you didn't catch The Black Fox?"
Will exhaled, resting his head against the couch. "No. But he's not alone. There's another fighter working with him—a man who uses a sword."
Jack scowled. "A sword? Who the hell still fights with swords in this era?"
Ruby tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe he's one of Blue Shadow's elites. I've heard they mix ancient combat techniques with modern technology."
Will didn't reply, but he knew one thing—the next confrontation would be far tougher than expected.
As they were still processing the night's events, Will's phone buzzed with a new message.
It contained only one sentence:
"If you want the truth, come to the docks at midnight."
Jack peered over his shoulder. "That's definitely a trap."
Ruby frowned. "But a trap from who? Blue Shadow? Or someone else?"
Will didn't hesitate. "It doesn't matter. We're going."
Jack groaned. "Of course you're going… When will you ever learn to back off?"
Will smirked slightly. "When the world becomes a peaceful place."
Ruby chuckled sarcastically. "So… never."
At midnight, Will arrived at the docks, accompanied by Jack and two of their most trusted men.
The place was eerily quiet—too quiet. Not a soul in sight.
Then, a figure emerged from the shadows. It wasn't The Black Fox—but an old man with a gray beard and sharp eyes.
"So, you're Will," the old man said in a raspy voice.
Will didn't move, his expression unreadable. "And who are you?"
The old man gave a slight smile. "The name's Edgar. And I know the truth you're looking for."
Jack leaned toward Will and whispered, "I don't trust this guy."
Will studied the old man carefully before saying, "Alright, talk. What truth?"
Edgar took a slow step forward and said in a low voice, "The truth about the mafia's past… and the reason you were sent back in time."
Will's eyes widened for a brief moment, but he quickly masked his surprise.
Jack tightened his grip on his gun. "What the hell do you mean?"
But before Edgar could answer—
A silenced bullet whizzed through the darkness—hitting him square in the head!
Edgar collapsed instantly, lifeless.
And just like that—chaos erupted.