Kyle made his way to the motorcycle that they had come in.

It was a specially designed motorcycle that used the design and concept of other motorcycle models.

Kyle wanted a motorcycle that had a sleek design similar to the one in the movie Tron but not as bulky. One that had the speed like the Kawasaki yet the functionality of a scrambler: suitable for off-road and street use.

The result was this beautiful black motorcycle that was like a thin aerodynamic scrambler, built lower to achieve better speed and one would need to lean forward down on the bike to ride it. Just like how a professional motorcycle race driver would do.

He looked towards the distance, where Sayuri was.

She was already in position and seemed to blend into the night as she sat there, leaning forward on the bike as she waited.

They started the engine silently and it hummed quietly. Kyle put on his full-face helmet, the visor having night vision capabilities as they would not be switching on the headlights.

It made tailing the cars more efficient but also more dangerous as they not only would need to be mindful of the road, they would be nigh invisible to other road users as well.

Partly due to the dark design to allow them to blend into the night, partly due to the fact that it was lower, thus allowing them to move in the blindspots of the cars.

Highly dangerous.

Kyle gave one glance at Sayuri, thinking that she really fit the bike well. It had only taken her one day to get comfortable with the bike, and he was not worried about her capabilities in handling it.

He gave her the signal and she returned it.

She may be angry at him, but she wouldn't let that affect the mission. He was grateful for that.

They went their separate ways, each following their targets.

Kyle kept a safe distance, weaving in and out of traffic as he followed the car without a problem. The route was familiar, and he could already guess where his killer was headed.

Rex Industries.

Just as they were about to reach, Kyle slowed down but did not stop as he didn't want to take it for granted that that was the place his killer was headed to. He might pass it by.

When he noticed the car slowing down to a stop, Kyle did so as well and parked further away and in the dark.

Kyle could not believe it.

No, actually, he knew it was a possibility but to actually see it right now, was still not an easy thing.

At the entrance was his spouse, waiting.

His killer then stepped out of the car, already changed and Kyle's spouse went over to shake his hand.

Kyle gritted his teeth.

Did his spouse, Stephan, have anything to do with this? Did he know that the hand he is shaking with, is full of his wife's blood?

Kyle knew this was crucial and he could not let his own personal feelings get in the way. So he watched carefully at their interaction, reading their lips and taking note of the body language.

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Stephan was cursing silently in his mind as he had to stand there, waiting anxiously for the pretentious little pr*ck that had been bugging him lately.

However, he could not ignore him as the higher-ups had specifically told him to take good care of him while he was here. Someone from some obscure company from some weird country somewhere, who seemed to have some sort of collaboration with Rex Industries.

In truth, Stephan knew who the guy was but he felt so agitated that he was relegated to this 'errand boy' when he had his own position and his own job.

This grunt work fell on him simply because this guy was a relative of his.

Donnie Yang.

A relative he may be, but he was a distant one that Stephan had hardly met. Yet, the latter acted like some long lost friend and worse, like he owned a part of Rex Industries.

Stephan snorted.

Still, he plastered that smile and treated the man nicely.

As he shook his hand, however, Donnie brought him closer to pat him on the back. Donnie had this creepy sort of smile and gripping his hand tightly, Donnie said, "I have a proposition for you."

Stephan looked at him blankly.

Donnie, without letting go of his hand, said, "You do what I tell you, and your kids remain safe."

Eyes flashing anger, Stephan yelled, "Donnie, you dipshit. What the -"

Just then, Stephan's phone rang but he ignored it, while he pulled his hand out of Donnie's grasp.Or at least, he tried to.

Donnie just laughed, raising an eyebrow and said, "You should pick that up."

Pulling Stephan a little bit closer, Donnie said in a low, menacing voice, "That is just an example of what I am capable of if I don't get what I want."

Stephan had a bad premonition.

That look in Donnie's eyes made him think the worst thoughts.

With shaking hands, Stephan picked up the phone.

Stephan could hear a lot of background noise, crackling like sounds and shouts as a clear voice came through the phone, "Mr. Yang?"

"Yes," Stephan answered.

"My name is Officer Ramly," the police officer introduced himself, "I'm sorry to have to inform you, but your house is on fire."

"WHAT?!"

"The fire department is already here and is battling to put it out," the officer said and then, in a softer and gentler tone, "I am sorry to have to ask you this, but …"

"Wait. My wife is supposed to be home," Stephan said urgently, "Is she okay?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang," the officer said, "We do not know yet."

Stephan looked at Donnie in horror, who shrugged.

"She did put up a good fight. Useless, though."