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    Unlike the impulsive Vulture or the reckless Hawk, Lone Ranger was known for his calm and calcted approach.


    Corrine suspected there was something personal between him and Jonathan. Lone Ranger looked down, a shadow of a smirk ying on his lips. “Do you actually believe anything Jonathan says?” His voice held a quiet edge. “Do you even know who put me on this case?”


    Corrine stayed silent, watching him, waiting.


    “It was ude Lowell,” Lone Ranger said.


    Lone Ranger continued, “ude hired me to gather intel on Jonathan. While I was digging around, I realized Jonathan was also investigating something. The clues pointed to ude.”


    His voice remained steady as he continued, “You once asked me to look into ude’s past. His background is a mystery. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to learn more. But I never expected…”


    His words trailed off. His bandaged fingers curled slightly, tension visible in his posture. “I never expected to walk straight into Jonathan’s trap—and be used of trying to kill him.”


    Looking back, Lone Ranger saw his mistake. He had underestimated Jonathan’s intelligence.


    Jonathan had lured him into a sealed room, trapping him like an animal in a snare.


    Despite his skills, Lone Ranger couldn’t fight his way through the overwhelming number of guards.


    Pushed to his limit, he resisted as long as he could. In the end, exhaustion won. They took him down.


    When Jonathan finally had him, he tilted Lone Ranger’s chin up with a single finger. His lips curled into a sly, almost amused smirk. “You Red me people really think you can uncover my secrets?”


    Corrine listened carefully, her expression growing more serious.


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    There was no doubt now—Jonathan and ude had history. Sometimes, the enemy of an enemy might just be an ally.


    Ten minutester, Corrine stepped out of the private hospital.


    She exited the building and dialed Vulture’s number. As soon as he picked up, she got straight to the point. “Lone Ranger’s in bad shape. His hands are injured, two ribs are broken, and a tendon in his foot was severed. He’s got other minor wounds too. He’ll need time to heal.”


    Mandy opened the car door. As Corrine bent down to get in, Vulture’s voice came through the line. “I already know. Lone Ranger filled me in.”


    Vulture clenched his jaw, struggling to contain his rage. His voice was tight with anger. “Jonathan Martel won’t get away with this. If I ever cross paths with that lunatic again, I’ll make him pay. And… thanks for stepping in.”


    There was a brief pause before Vulture grudgingly added, “Also, do me a favor—thank Nate on my behalf.”


    “Got it.”


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