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Lynn was somewhat surprised by what he saw inside the warehouse. Although it looked old and dilapidated, it had been transformed into a makeshift boxing ring. The surrounding area was filled with spectator stands, while a boxing match was in full swing in the center of the ring. Below the ring sat a group of slovenly dressed gamblers with stern expressions, their eyes glued to the fight, occasionally letting out cheers. The atmosphere was tense, filled with a palpable sense of oppressive tension.

Lynn didn't linger on the match; instead, he quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to find Alan. Just then, a familiar figure caught his attention. In a distant corner, a cold, stern face sat quietly—Alan! He was tall, with dark skin, and exuded a chilling aura that clashed with his surroundings. Lynn's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked towards Alan's direction.

Before he even got close, Alan looked up, his eyes meeting Lynn's cold gaze. Alan seemed to have noticed Lynn's presence long ago; his sharp eyes seemed to pierce through everything. Without the slightest hesitation, Lynn walked directly to Alan and said in a deep voice, "I need to talk to you."

Alan didn't answer, only staring at Lynn with a cold indifference in his eyes. His hardened face seemed forever devoid of emotion, like an iceberg.

“You know I’m looking for you,” Lynn continued, her tone unwavering. “Tell me why you’re here, why you’re hiding in a place like this.”

Alan finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse: "I came here to have some peace and quiet. You can leave now."

Lynn's eyes were sharp; he wasn't easily dismissed by Alan's words. "I know you're not here to fight. What is your purpose? Who's backing you? Are you just a tool, or do you have another mission?"

Alan smiled slightly, a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Tools? You know too little about me." A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and his voice deepened, "If you really want to know, go find the answers, but you'll never know the truth behind it all."

Lynn stood in a corner of the underground boxing ring, his eyes fixed on Alan's back, his heart pounding. The noise inside the ring seemed distant at that moment; his thoughts were focused on Alan. Alan was no longer a simple target. He realized that he was not facing an ordinary criminal, but a powerful opponent, perhaps even a weapon trained by some force.

Alan stood up, ready to leave. He was tall, and his steps were steady and powerful, each one seemingly landing with a heavy tremor. Lynn observed that Alan didn't greet anyone, nor did he stop to exchange brief words with those around him. Clearly, he was ready to leave, and Lynn's plan quietly took shape at that moment.

"This is my only chance," Lynn thought to himself. He took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his position, and prepared to follow Alan and seize the opportunity to capture him all at once.

Alan walked out of the boxing ring, with Lynn following closely behind, maintaining a safe distance. He knew that Alan wasn't like an ordinary criminal; he might be very sensitive to being followed. Therefore, Lynn carefully adjusted his pace, trying his best not to let Alan notice him. But even so, Alan remained unusually alert. His steps were unhurried, yet they exuded a strong sense of pressure.

Emerging from the alley, Alan didn't head towards the main street, but instead veered away from the bustling thoroughfare and entered a darker alleyway. Lynn noticed this and a thought struck him. Alan seemed to be intentionally avoiding public view, and this was a sign that couldn't be ignored.

"It seems he knew all along that someone was watching him," Lynn thought to himself, quickening his pace.

Alan's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the alley, and Lynn quickened his pace to catch up without hesitation. He tried to make no sound, his steps light, trying to avoid Alan noticing him. But just as he turned into another alley, Alan suddenly stopped.

Lynn stopped abruptly, his heart pounding, and he instinctively hid on the side of the alley. Alan's movements were swift and decisive, as if he had known someone was following him. He slowly turned around, his eyes sharp as blades, sweeping directly towards Lynn's hiding place. In that instant, Lynn felt a sense of oppression from the other man, as if all eyes were fixed on him.

“I thought you would wait until I went further.” Alan’s voice was low, with a hint of cold laughter. “You are quite patient.”

Lynn emerged from his hiding place, knowing that there was no time to delay. "I won't let you go, Alan." His voice was clear and firm, revealing an unwavering determination.

Alan smiled slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, as if he had foreseen all of this. His body suddenly tensed, like a beast poised to pounce. In an instant, he charged towards Lynn, his movements so fast they were almost impossible to follow.

Lynn reacted instantly, quickly dodging to the side. However, Alan's speed far exceeded expectations; his fist almost grazed Lynn's shoulder before slamming into the concrete of the street with a deafening crash. The shockwave nearly knocked Lynn off balance. Alan's fist carried a terrifying force, seemingly capable of destroying everything.

“This isn’t what I wanted, Alan.” Lynn steadied himself, reacted quickly, and drew his gun from his waist, aiming at Alan. The muzzle swayed slightly, aiming at Alan’s chest.

Alan stood there, a cold smile playing on his lips, his gaze fixed intently on Lynn's eyes, seemingly utterly disregarding the gun. He leaped forward, making a nimble turn, and swiftly closed the distance to Lynn, until only a tiny gap remained between them and the muzzle of Lynn's gun.

Lynn reacted with lightning speed, turning his gun to fire. However, Alan was already in front of him, and almost instantly, one of his hands grabbed Lynn's wrist, firmly gripping his gun. At the same time, Alan's other hand swept across, striking Lynn precisely in the chest.

Lynn felt as if he had been struck by lightning; the intense pain made it difficult for him to breathe, and he almost lost his balance. His mind went blank for a moment, and he almost lost all awareness of his surroundings. Alan's strength had almost completely rendered Lynn incapable of resisting, but Lynn did not give up. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and used his remaining strength to kick Alan's knee, trying to make him let go.

Alan's knee was struck instantly, his body jolted slightly, and he released his wrist, giving Lynn a brief moment to catch his breath. Lynn seized the opportunity to draw another dagger and pounce on Alan. The two instantly became entangled in combat, their speed and ferocity leaving no room for pause.

Lynn's dagger flashed coldly, attempting to pierce Alan's abdomen, but Alan moved with ghostly speed. He swiftly dodged the attack, simultaneously striking Lynn in the chest with an elbow strike. Lynn felt another sharp pain; his body was violently shoved away, almost falling to the ground. At this moment, Lynn finally realized that Alan was no ordinary opponent. His speed, strength, and agility far exceeded Lynn's expectations. He had become a force to be reckoned with, and someone capable of fighting him. Lynn was shocked, but even more convinced that he had to stop Alan here; otherwise, if he escaped, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just as Lynn was about to get up again, Alan suddenly stopped, his eyes cold and indifferent, seemingly devoid of any emotion. He said in a low voice, "You are resilient, but you can't win this game." With that, he turned sharply, leaped into the shadows, and disappeared into the darkness.

Lynn was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the direction where he had disappeared.

"Damn it." Lynn cursed under his breath, clutching the wound on his chest, and struggled to his feet.

Lynn dragged his weary body back to the FBI headquarters. It was completely dark, and the streetlights outside were flickering on one by one, illuminating the exhaustion and anxiety on his face. His wounds still throbbed, especially in his chest; the blow had almost suffocated him. Although he had endured it, the pain still throbbed within him. His movements were heavy, each step a struggle.

Lynn entered the branch office and went straight to Mark's office. Despite the lateness of the night, Mark was still sitting at his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Seeing Lynn enter, Mark looked up, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: "You're back. How did it go? How are things?"

Lynn didn't respond immediately. He walked to the table, placed Alan's portrait in front of Mark, and let out a long sigh. "I've temporarily cut off Alan's trail. His actions are much faster than we anticipated. He already knows we're chasing him and is quite well-prepared." He paused, his eyes becoming more determined. "However, I now have a basic understanding of his area of ​​activity. More importantly, I believe we can find Scott through him."

Mark raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly not expecting Lynn to make such a conjecture: "Scott? How could you think that?"

“Based on the information I got from Alan, he seems to have some connections with underground boxing rings, and during the time Scott was missing, I suspect he might have had some connection with those places,” Lynn said succinctly. “And Alan is clearly not an ordinary criminal; his background is extremely complex, not the kind of person we imagine. I think Scott’s disappearance is somehow connected to Alan.”

Mark's gaze deepened. He stood up and quickly flipped through some documents on the table: "You mean, Scott might have been involved in underground boxing? Or led somewhere by Alan?"

Lynn nodded: "That's possible. Alan isn't a lone wolf; there must be a much larger network behind him. And Scott did have some connections with people we can't track before he disappeared. We must find that lead through Alan; perhaps we can uncover the truth behind Scott's disappearance."

Mark was silent for a moment, seemingly considering whether Lynn's hypothesis was correct. After a while, he finally spoke: "You mean, we should focus our attention on the underground boxing ring lead?"

“That’s right,” Lynn replied. “The underground boxing ring is a frequent haunt of Alan’s, and that’s the only way we can search now. Alan is obviously very vigilant and has avoided us in several operations, but information from the underground boxing ring should be a breakthrough. Scott may have also been involved in this circle, and may even have been part of some deal.”

Mark frowned slightly, looking somewhat uneasy: "Although the underground boxing ring is a gray area, the people there are very diverse, making it difficult for us to investigate thoroughly through formal means. Moreover, if Scott is really involved, the situation will be even more complicated."

Lynn remained unfazed, his tone still resolute: "Yes, the situation is indeed complicated, but this is our only lead. Now that we have Alan's whereabouts, we must seize this opportunity. If Alan has a direct connection with the underground boxing ring, then we will be able to find more clues."

“So what should we do?” Mark asked, a cautious glint in his eyes.

“We must start our investigation with the owners of the underground boxing rings,” Lynn replied. “I’ve got some information that some people there have been in contact with Alan. We can use this lead to find more information about Alan, and maybe even uncover the real reason for Scott’s disappearance.”

Mark nodded and quickly gathered some information: "Okay, let's get started right away. First, we need to find out the background of the underground boxing ring, investigate the owner's identity and history, and see if there are any clues related to Scott. We also need to prepare a plan to enter the boxing ring, after all, the environment here is very complicated, and we can't let any accidents happen."

“Yes, we need to keep a low profile and avoid arousing suspicion,” Lynn added. “I will first investigate the exact location and personnel of the underground boxing ring. Be prepared to follow up at any time.”

“Understood,” Mark replied, then quickly began searching for information about underground boxing rings.

Lynn left Mark's office, a clear plan of action in mind. The clues about the underground boxing ring couldn't be abandoned; Scott's disappearance was likely related to these underground deals. Lynn knew he had to find this place as soon as possible, investigate thoroughly, and uncover the truth behind it all.

He walked to the garage, started his car, and drove with a clear goal in mind to the underground boxing ring in Manhattan. In his mind, every move Alan made was fraught with danger, and the contest between them was becoming increasingly complicated.

By the time Lynn arrived at the underground boxing ring, night had completely fallen. The streets were still dimly lit, almost deserted, and the atmosphere was oppressive and mysterious. Lynn walked to the entrance of the narrow alley and, sure enough, saw the abandoned warehouse he had seen before. The door was tightly shut, but through the cracks in the windows, Lynn could still see dim lighting inside, as if he had entered another world. (End of Chapter)