"What is it, Max?" Tristan asked.
"Boss, someone tried to access the CCTV in the villa—"
Tristan’s expression turned tense when he heard Max’s explanation on the other end. After a few more seconds, he asked, "Did you find out who it was and their location?"
"I don’t know who they are because they use fake IDs for their IP addresses, but I found the location of the computer they used to access the CCTV on the villa. That’s why I’ve been trying to contact you. But your cellphone was inactive," Max said, sounding like he was scolding his boss.
Tristan ignored him as he was busy guessing that person’s identity. Only one person who would try to check the CCTV at this hour came to his mind—Marco himself.
"Got it! Send the location to my phone. I’m heading there," Tristan immediately ordered.
"Boss, it will take you around one hour to get there."
"Ask Bryan and his team to head there. Make sure he arrives before I do."
"Yes, boss," Max responded.
After hanging up the phone, Tristan returned Reid’s cell phone. He started walking again, but Owen chased after him.
"Tristan, what happened?" Owen, who had overheard Tristan’s conversation, wanted to know more.
Glancing at Owen, Tristan’s face looked calm again; there was no longer any tension in his gaze, unlike when he received the call. He stopped and turned to face him.
"Someone tried to access the Villa’s CCTVs. And I’m sure that person might be the real Mad Dog."
"What?"
"Seriously?"
Reid and Owen exclaimed at the same time, shocked.
Tristan looked at them and replied, "I think so. I’m heading there now."
"Do you need extra men from here? I can spare some," Owen offered.
"No need. My backup team is ready and closer and heading there to check as we speak. Please take care of things here until all wrapped up," Tristan said before dashing off with Geoffrey, heading to their car.
Tristan’s car sped away from the remote location at the foot of the mountain, heading quickly toward the city.
This time, only one car followed them from behind, as the others were helping clean the villa after the attack—they had to leave before dawn.
"Master, you can sleep. I’ll make sure we get there faster."
Geoffrey’s voice made Tristan look away from his cell phone. He looked at the empty, dark road ahead, worry flashing in his eyes.
The city center they were heading to was still far away. He feared the person might flee if they noticed anything suspicious at their base camp.
Tristan could only hope that the person believed what they saw—nothing happened, as Max had shown them a fake CCTV recording where nothing suspicious occurred.
"I’m fine, Geoffrey. I’m not tired, but I worry that person is suspicious and will flee again," Tristan finally spoke after a long pause.
"It’s fine. Sooner or later, they’ll find out we have taken over their secret base," Tristan said, rubbing his forehead. "Tell Owen and Reid to keep at least one team discreetly watching the villa. I believe someone will return to check."
"Yes, Boss—"
After another short conversation, Tristan finally ended the call.
Before long, the vehicle stopped behind a black SUV—Bryan’s car.
Bryan got out of the car and greeted Tristan and Geoffrey. "Boss, please give your orders?" he asked.
Tristan didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he looked around the house. They were now in the outer city district, near the harbor.
The surrounding houses were large, like the houses of rich people, and the distance between one house and another was several meters. The road was empty. No cars passed by.
Tristan checked his watch—it was only 4 AM.
"Did you see anything suspicious?" Tristan finally asked, looking at the two-meter-high wall in front of him. A few meters from their car, a black gate was tightly closed.
"I’m not sure anyone’s in the house. The front guard seems to be missing," Bryan responded. "And from the back, my men report that there’s only one light on inside. There aren’t even any garden lights."
Tristan frowned. "Send someone in to open the way. Make sure no alarms are triggered."
"Yes, Boss," Bryan said, stepping back and communicating with someone through a small device embedded in his jacket.
Tristan leaned against the car, staring at the wall again. For some reason, a sense of dread began to grip his heart.

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