On a yacht drifting off the coast of Monaco. J. Cat arrived alone. No backup. No tricks. Just him and Kingmaker.

They sat across from each other, two kings on a chessboard.

“You think this ends with me?” Kingmaker mused. “Another will take my place. The game never stops.”

Cat poured himself a drink, took a sip. “Oh, I know that.”

Kingmaker smirked. “Then why fight?”

Cat set the glass down. Leveled his gun.

“Because I never lose.”