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“I have already ordered an investigation, Sir,” Wolf’s Greed relayed. “However, the murderer seems to be playing
an elaborate game of hide-and-seek with us. We don’t have any leads as of now. Don’t worry, Zeke. Black Wolf is
like a brother to me, so I’ll make sure to take revenge for Black Wolf, even if it’s the only thing I could do for the
rest of my life!”
Zeke sighed, “Let me do it. I don’t think the murderer is going to leave a trail of breadcrumbs for us to follow. Tell
your team to cordon off the place and preserve all the evidence.”
“Yes, Sir!” Wolf’s Greed saluted.
Zeke boarded a military helicopter and headed straight for the eastern border.
Black Wolf lived undercover at the eastern edge of Eurasia.
He called himself Clyde Horan and spent most of his time in a little cottage by the border.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis day job was to toil beneath the hot sun at the ports, and all thirteen of his family members lived crammed
together, in a run-down house.
They were by no means rich, but they kept their living quarters clean.
A red flag stood in the middle of the living room, and it was the sole motivation for Black Wolf to press on.
Zeke saluted at the flag and stuck three cigarettes into the gap between the tiles on the floor.
“This is all I can give you, for now, bro,” he announced. “I’ll bring you the head of the murderer once I catch him.”
Thereafter, he walked over to the scene of the crime.
He was no stranger to death and bloodshed, but the scene before him shocked him nonetheless.
He berated himself for not realizing that something was wrong earlier.
However, he told himself to stop after a while, since there was a lot of work that needed to be done.
The longer he waited, the less evidence there would be, for him to salvage.
He emerged from the scene of the crime just five minutes after he had entered.
“What did you find, Zeke?” Wolf’s Greed asked eagerly.
“Judging from the methods the killer used to murder the family, I think I can figure out who the killer is,” Zeke
replied. “Do you remember the Muay Thai master who called himself Tyrant?”
Hiss!
Wolf’s Greed sucked in a sharp breath. “It’s him?”
The Muay Thai master, Tyrant, had been an instructor of the Eurasian army at one point in time.
However, he became the most wanted person in Eurasia overnight, after it was exposed that he had sold top-secret
intel to the Bloodsworth Syndicate.
He killed dozens, including many soldiers, in his desperate attempt to escape the country.
The military lost track of him after he had reached the eastern borders of Eurasia, and no one had ever seen him
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Everyone speculated that Tyrant had either died or escaped to another country.
Zeke, however, figured that Tyrant was still lurking around the eastern borders.
“Make sure that you find him,” Zeke ordered.
“Yes, Sir!” Wolf’s Greed saluted.
“Tyrant has connections to the people of the Bloodsworth Syndicate, who are masters of coming up with disguises,”
Zeke continued. “Tyrant might have disguised himself to escape from us. Anyone on the streets could be him, so
you need to be thorough in your investigation.”
“Yes, Sir!” Wolf’s Greed repeated, before leaving with his men.
Zeke, on the other hand, began preparations for a proper burial of Black Wolf and his family.
Wolf’s Greed contacted him again in the afternoon.
“Zeke, I have a lead. There’s a massive underground arena in another seaside town, and its boss seems to be very
strong. Even so, he doesn’t make public appearances, and the last time anyone saw him was during the arena’s
opening day. We’d managed to find videos of him as well. From what I’ve observed, his fighting style seems to have
traces of Muay Thai in it.”
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