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    Every member rose as one, bowing their heads in perfect synchronization.

    “Salute, sir!”

    Chris positioned himself at the front, his piercing gaze sweeping across the masked figures before him.

    “Good. Five of you have answered the call.”

    His attention then shifted deliberately to Lady Golden Enigma.

    “Now… deliver your report.”

    In the dim-lit chapel, masked figures rose one by one, each delivering their reports on regional affairs.

    Chris, cloaked in his silver mask, sat on the high tform, his posture calm yetmanding. He listened intently, tilting his head in subtle nods.

    “Fine work,” he said, his voice steady and warm with approval.

    Though their faces remained hidden, the thrill of his praise rippled through the members. Shoulders trembled with excitement as they dipped into respectful bows toward their leader.

    To them, he was more than amander — he was their savior, the man who had plucked them from death’s grasp years ago during a daring rescue. His true face remained a mystery, but their loyalty burned fiercely.

    The creed of The Mask pulsed within their hearts: Conceal your identity to protect justice. It was a vow to shield the innocent from misfortune, a mission that bound them closer than blood.

    Reports flowed like a river, carrying tales of cross-border capital shifts in the financial world, military resource movements in East Otruitho, and covert political schemes whispered in shadowed halls. Each revtion painted a picture of a world teetering on unseen edges.

    When the discussion turned to illicit dealings by multinational corporations, the air grew taut. All eyes shifted to the third row, where Lady Golden Enigma sat — that was her area of investigation.

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    Raegan rose, her piercing gaze cutting through the slits of her golden mask, locking onto Chris. She squared her shoulders, her voice precise and firm as it sliced through the silence.

    “Three dayste, thest freighter from Cooper Group docked in Otruitho. A penalty of ten billion was paid for the dy, funneled through Radiant Jewels.”

    Her words carried the weight of months spent weaving her way into Kiley’s trust, posing as a confidante to unearth Radiant Jewels’ secrets. Kiley had seen her as a close friend, never suspecting her motives.

    Raegan’s report confirmed Chris’ suspicions — his recent operation had stung Cooper Group, even if it had not halted their shipment entirely.

    Thepany’s stock prices, after a turbulent week, had only just begun to steady. No movement from Kolton suggested he was taking time to recover from the impact.

    “What cargo?” Chris asked, his tone measured.

    Raegan gave a slight shake of her head, a faint sigh slipping from her lips. “No confirmation yet, but the clues point to medical supplies.”

    She paused, waiting for the praise she had grown ustomed to.

    Raegan was no ordinary operative; she had danced with death on countless missions, always emerging unscathed. Chris had always acknowledged her skill, her cunning. Surely, he would now.

    But half a second of silence stretched heavy and unfamiliar. When Chris finally spoke, his voice was low, edged with caution. “Press deeper. Stay discreet. And keep your focus — avoid entanglements.”

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