Following Anthony's order, Michael began digging into the ownership of the mysterious car.
After hours of tracing records and cross-checking details, one name surfaced.
Mark Wade.
A small-time criminal.
More importantly—a known associate of Roy.
Michael immediately briefed the team.
Anthony's eyes sharpened.
"That's our lead," he said. "I'll handle this."
Bethy frowned.
"Alone? That's reckless. You need backup."
Anthony snapped back, impatient.
"If I take a team, he'll sense it. He'll run. This has to be quiet."
Before anyone could object further, Anthony left.
Bethy remained silent—but unease settled in her chest.
Mark's shelter was isolated, tucked near a forested stretch far from the city.
Anthony arrived alone.
What he didn't know—
Someone else was already watching him.
Anthony approached in disguise.
"Hey," he called casually. "You're Mark, right?"
Mark nodded.
"Yes. What do you want?"
Anthony tried to sound natural.
"I'm new around here. Just wanted to—"
He didn't finish.
Mark's eyes dropped—just for a second.
He saw the gun.
Instinct kicked in.
Without hesitation, Mark lunged, knocking Anthony off balance. The gun flew from his grip.
Mark ran.
Straight into the jungle.
Anthony steadied himself, grabbed his weapon, and gave chase.
But they weren't alone.
A third presence moved through the trees—silent, unseen.
Mark stumbled into a clearing.
Anthony raised his gun.
BANG.
A shot ripped through Mark's knee.
He collapsed, screaming.
Anthony closed the distance, gun aimed at his head.
Behind him—
Another gun quietly rose, pointed straight at Anthony's back.
Anthony snarled, rage boiling over.
"You're behind the mask, aren't you?"
Mark cried out in pain.
"What mask? I swear—I don't know anything!"
"Then why did you run?",Anthony asked in anger.
"I saw the gun! I thought you were here to kill me—sent by one of my enemies!",Mark cried in pain.
Anthony's grip tightened.
"What about the car?"
Mask asked ,"What car?"
"Don't lie."
Anthony cocked the gun.
"This is your last chance. The black car."
Mark panicked.
"Wait—wait! That car—I sold it!"
Anthony froze.
"To whom?"
Mark swallowed.
"A tall guy. Fit. Wearing a mask. He paid well."
Anthony slowly lowered his weapon.
Behind him, the unseen gun lowered as well.
Anthony restrained Mark for interrogation.
But his mind was racing.
Now the question was,
If Mark wasn't the Mask Man—
Then who was?
Mainly,
who was the silent figure watching from the shadows?
The questions multiplied.
The hunt continued.