In the dimly lit office, the assistant handed a letter over to his boss.

“A middle-aged man gave this to me,” he said, pausing for effect. “It includes a photo of Cyril... and an address.”

The boss smirked as he skimmed through the contents. So, Cyril had made an enemy. Someone was out for revenge.

“Send a team to check it out,” he said, his voice calm but cold. “If it’s legit, bring him to me.”

Cyril. You’ve been on the run for years now. How’s ...