None of them would've guessed Maeve's unremarkable SUV was actually modified into a mobile operating room.
After a brief catch-up, Andres finally asked the question that had been hanging in the air.
"That night… what exactly happened?"
By the time Andres and Hans arrived, the fight had been nearly over.
But the second Murray recalled it, his expression turned heated, animated.
"Mr. Andres… do you remember that weird video that went around a little over a year ago?"
Andres knew immediately what he meant.
"The one about the so-called martial arts heir?"
Murray nodded. "That one."
Hans remembered it too.
The footage was grainy. The background was a narrow alley, dark and wet.
A slim figure in a hoodie, holding two combat knives.
From the silhouette, it looked like a teenager—young, almost too young.
It was raining, late at night. The hood was pulled low.
In under three minutes, the figure slaughtered a group of killers.
From start to finish, the person never showed their face.
You couldn't even tell if they were male or female.
After that night, the city was rocked by a different kind of "earthquake."
Not an actual quake.
A string of pharma-linked companies collapsed one after another.
Rumor said several executives were found dead in their homes—suicide, the reports claimed.
To this day, law enforcement had never uncovered the real story.
Andres had watched that video over and over.
He and Murray both studied combat.
From a professional standpoint, the person in the footage moved beyond what should have been human.
Murray had offered the bolder theory back then:

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