Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 52: Who is that person?

On the other side, Sebastian and his team worked quickly and efficiently, leaving no trace of the Dongli clan behind.

After dealing with Michael, they completely destroyed the clan, making sure no one remained to rebuild it.

Normally, an incident like this should have made headlines worldwide. The auction was filled with powerful and important people, yet there was no news about it.

Instead, the official reports claimed it was a simple accident—a circuit explosion that caused a fire.

The reports said that everyone inside died from smoke and flames, but no names were mentioned. There were no investigations, no public outcry, and no families demanding justice.

However, in the hidden corners of the world, the truth spread among those who knew where to look.

A video of the event briefly appeared on the dark web, showing exactly what had happened. Those who saw it understood that someone powerful had orchestrated the entire thing.

But within a few hours, the video was deleted, leaving no evidence behind.

The few who had seen it knew better than to talk about it. In their world, knowing too much could cost them their lives.

The families of those who died that night knew the truth. They understood that the official story was nothing but a cover-up. However, none of them dared to speak a word about it.

After all, who would willingly associate themselves with an underground trafficking auction? If the real nature of the event was exposed, where would they hide their faces?

Their once-prestigious names would be dragged through the mud, and they would face the scorn of society.

Worse, they would forever be under the watchful eyes of Interpol, their every move scrutinized.

Silence was their only option.

Also, it didn’t matter how powerful or influential their families were—no one wanted to make an enemy of Hades.

This name alone was enough to send shivers down the spine of even the most ruthless figures in the underworld.

The massacre at the auction had been swift and merciless, leaving behind nothing but ashes and unanswered questions.

Everyone assumed it was Hades’ doing. After all, who else could pull off such a flawless operation?

Who else could wipe out an entire underground network without leaving a single trace? The mere thought of challenging him was enough to silence them.

But how wrong they were...

Hades had nothing to do with it this time. Yet, the strategy, the precision, and the absolute ruthlessness—it was all too familiar.

It didn’t matter who had executed the plan; the outcome was the same. The message was clear: power meant nothing in the face of true strength.

"All of Michael’s businesses and properties have been seized by the FBI," Liam reported to Sebastian. "And it doesn’t end there. We’ve found more children in their hidden labs and underground basements."

Sebastian’s expression darkened. "Their condition?"

Liam hesitated before answering, his voice heavy with disgust. "Some are barely alive... others—" He clenched his jaw. "Some were dismembered. It was a slaughterhouse."

Liam’s voice remained grave as he continued, "Also, it seems the Dongli clan was merely a pawn.

Jack traced Michael’s activities, and it turns out he was receiving orders from someone else. We tried tracking the source, but whoever they are; they’re covering their tracks well.

In fact, the victims we rescued weren’t originally his targets—he was just a middleman. They were handed over to him by that unknown force."

Jack was the best hacker on Sebastian’s team, a ghost in the digital world. His name consistently ranked among the world’s top three hackers—sometimes second, sometimes third.

Few knew his real identity, and even fewer had the ability to track his movements. If there was a secret buried deep in the web, Jack could unearth it.

But now, even Jack was struggling to trace their identities. Who were these people? Who were they working with? Could there be someone out there more powerful than Jack?

His mind raced through possibilities. Was it Queen—the elusive hacker who had remained undefeated for years, reigning at the top of the list, a legend in the underworld of cyber warfare? ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Or was it ZX, ranked second, the phantom coder who had once taken down an entire intelligence network overnight without leaving a single trace?

Sebastian stilled, his fingers pausing over the rosary beads he had been turning. His expression darkened, his eyes carrying a deadly glint.

"Keep digging," he ordered coldly. "I want the roots of this filth ripped out."

Sebastian’s voice was laced with quiet menace as he asked, "How are the new arms and ammunitions being delivered? And what about the ghost who blew up our previous base?"

His fingers rolled the rosary beads in his hand with slow precision, the rhythmic motion contrasting the storm brewing in his eyes. The air in the room grew dense, pressing down on those present like an invisible force.

Liam responded swiftly, "The shipments are being transported through multiple decoy routes. No direct connection leads back to us.

As for the search for that person—" Liam hesitated for a moment before continuing, we’re still tracking him.

"Fifteen months ago, they secured a business deal with the largest arms dealer from P Country."

They supplied us with high-class materials, the latest firepower, and specialized combat gear. Everything was running smoothly until that bastard destroyed the base."

Sebastian’s jaw clenched as he recalled the taunting message left behind after every explosion:

Good luck again!!!

And yes, this wasn’t the first instance.

Four years ago, out of nowhere, an FBI raid was conducted on one of his companies. It was swift, precise—like they knew exactly where to strike.

The media erupted with negative headlines, tearing apart the reputation he had built. Investors backed out, and for a moment, chaos loomed over his empire.

That night, as he sat in the dim glow of his office, piecing together the betrayal, his private encrypted server flashed with a new message.

"How’s my gift?"

No name. No trace. Just those three words, mocking him from the shadows.

Sebastian had launched an exhaustive search, tearing through every lead, interrogating every rat in his network, but it was useless.

Whoever had done it had covered their tracks so well that it was as if they never existed.

And then, just as the storm from that incident began to settle, two years later, another strike came.

All his containers—millions worth of weapons, technology, and classified shipments—were found floating in the sea, completely useless. A deliberate act, a calculated humiliation.

And just like before, a message arrived.

"Well, well, well!! Cry now...."

Attached to it? A single middle finger emoji.

Sebastian had never felt such a deep, seething rage. He had entire teams working night and day to track down the culprit, using the best hackers, intelligence networks, and underground informants.

Yet, every trail led to a dead end.

This ghost—this unseen enemy—was not just smart. They were meticulous, ruthless, and always one step ahead.

Sebastian’s grip tightened around the rosary beads in his hand, his jaw clenching as his thoughts spiraled into cold fury.

Who the hell is he?

The same pattern repeated two more times. Each time, the timing was precise, almost mocking.

Sebastian had always considered himself untouchable, but when he connected the dots, a chilling realization struck—these incidents weren’t random.

They always happened after he attended an auction or secured something of great value.

The first time, he had won a legendary artifact—an ice-blue diamond over 500 years old. Rarity beyond imagination, a true collector’s dream.

He had secured it for a staggering $2 billion, but little did he know, the price he would pay went far beyond money.

The second time, it was land—prime real estate in Country C, where he built one of the most extravagant amusement parks in the world.

A project worth billions, a legacy that should have cemented his influence in that region.

And yet, every time he claimed something valuable, his world suffered a calculated strike. It was as if someone was watching, waiting, and striking when he least expected.

Connecting the dots, it seemed that the person wanted the same things as him but couldn’t get them.

Was he jealous that I got them first?

"Childish!!! He muttered..

His expression darkened. Once I catch him...

A slow, deadly smirk formed on his lips.

I’ll tear his skin off first... and then feed him to the sharks.

Liam took a deep breath and continued, "And it seems he’s changed his tactics now. He hasn’t raided or blown up our bases, but... he’s hacking our servers."

Sebastian felt the same irritation burning inside him. This time, there were no explosions, but the hacker had infiltrated their internal system, causing massive losses in the stock market.

Millions vanished overnight. And to add salt to the wound, the word LOSER was displayed boldly across their servers.

This was the fifth time in two years.

What does he want?

Liam, just as frustrated, let out a deep sigh. He clenched his fists, biting back the urge to curse aloud. Who the hell is this bastard?!