Tristan chuckled upon hearing Geoffrey respond.

"Geoffrey, I’m pretty sure you could kill someone with just one move, right?" He nces at him.

"Same goes for you, sir! Even though you only trained with the military for a short time, you are a born fighter. If you had joined the military and built your career there, you might have had a bright future there."

"Yeah, if only I had a brother. I probably wouldn’t have chosen this path, bing a businessman and taking over the family business. I don’t like it, but I don’t have a choice, Geoffrey," Tristan said, smiling bitterly.

He never wanted to be the CEO of Sinir Group. He would rather live carefree without such broad spans of responsibility hanging on his shoulders.

While Tristan and Geoffrey conversed about their past, the car finally approached the location.

The two of them stopped talking because the tension in the car was getting worse. Not long after, the vehicle stopped near a few ck cars parked in a hidden ce.

They waited a mile in the woods before moving to the vi to avoid alerting people around it. However, Reid had already positioned a few spotters near the house.

Tristan smiled as he recognized his old friend, Owen Murphy, among them.

From a distance, Tristan could see Owen’s surprise upon seeing him—well, unbeknownst to Tristan, he wasn’t startled to see him but rather to see the man beside him, Geoffrey.

"Tristan Sinir, long time no see. How do you know him?" Owen asked, tearing his gaze from Geoffrey to Tristan, but it was only a second before he looked back at Geoffrey again.

Instead of answering him, Tristan asked, "You know him?" pretending not to know the story he heard from Geoffrey earlier.

"Of course, I know him," Owen said before continuing to walk, stopping a few steps before Geoffrey. "I thought you were living in seclusion. You never even showed up at our oldrade reunion. No one could contact you. How did you appear here?" he asked, warmly embracing his old leader.

"Nice to meet you too, Owen. It’s a long story for another time," Geoffrey epts Owen’s warm embrace. Then, he takes a few steps back before continuing, "But to put it simply, the man beside me is my Master."

Owen’s jaw dropped upon hearing that. How could his former military leader, Geoffrey, now call Tristan Sinir his master?

"Wow! Serious—"

"General Murphy," Tristan interrupted Owen. I know you guys are old pals, but can you put aside your reunion? We have pressing matters here," he reminded them.

"Sorry, Tristan," Owen responds, chuckling when he sees Tristan seems annoyed but ignores him. "It’s nice to meet you again, sir!" he smiles at Geoffrey.

Not wanting to prolong the conversation, Geoffrey corrects him, "I’m not your leader anymore, Owen. I’m amoner now." He insists that Owen not address him formally. "And my master was right. We better focus—"

Geoffrey and Owen chat like old friends at a reunion, which shocks Reid and the others. They didn’t expect a military leader like Owen Murphy to refer to Geoffrey as a leader.

"Sir, who is Geoffrey, by the way?" Reid whispers to Tristan, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. He can’t help but stare at Geoffrey.

Tristan frowns as he looks at Reid. "Did you forget? He’s my butler and Dax’s martial arts teacher. Why are you asking again?"

Reid was speechless, looking at his boss, who deliberated—didn’t want to answer him.

"Alright, let me hear your n," Tristan says, ignoring Reid and the others’ curious gazes. He wants to wrap this up quickly and return home to cuddle his pretty wife. He doesn’t want to worry her.

"Yes, sir."

Reid slowly returned to his usual self and focused on his goals. He took an iPad from his subordinates and started exining it to Tristan. At the same time, Geoffrey and Owen came near him to hear the n.

"This big vi has three exits with tight security. They also have sophisticated CCTV throughout the area,plete with motion detection. But don’t worry, someone will take over their CCTV cameras once we move, so that’s not a problem."

Reid quickly nced at Tristan and the others, checking their expressions before continuing, "The problem is that they have trained German Shepherds dogs throughout the area. But don’t worry; we also have an expert from General Owen’s team who will make them sleep while our team enters the vi." He smiles.

Tristan listened to Reid’s exnation in silence, but his eyes were fixed on the vi’syout on the iPad. He could see that no buildings were within a radius of several miles from the area. It was utterly remote, a private area that no one could enter except thendowner.

Even if they were to make a move to approach the vi, they couldn’t bring cars close until they could take over the CCTV and silence the guards on duty, along with the guard dogs, to avoid triggering the rm and waking up all the people inside the vi.

"There are around sixty people in the vi and area near that ce, not including the Dark Skull leader. ording to our spotter and spy, who is now inside the vi, there are four senior leaders, including Mad Dog. The n is that we will enter all three entryways..." Reid continued to exin.

After a few more minutes, he was finally done and looked at Tristan and Geoffrey—the only ones who didn’t know their n.

"Any questions, sir?" Reid asked Tristan.

Tristan pointed to a specific ce on the iPad with pictures of the building, and he could see the small path leading to the forest.

"This is a hiking path to the mountain, but ording to our informants, it is no longer used. The road has been closed off. No one can get through. They use this way instead," Reid answered.

"I see," Tristan responded softly before looking at Reid and Owen. "You guys can make a move. I won’t get involved with your n. I will just stay behind and watch."

"Yes, sir!" Reid nodded and began giving orders to the entire team. He briefed them again before they disappeared into the darkness.