Sir Ren leaned back on his chair, a thin smile stretching across his face. The memory of Mello's visit replayed in his mind. Twice, the young man had walked into his domain with unflinching boldness, staring him down like an equal—or worse, like a man who believed he was already holding all the cards. "The audacity," Sir Ren muttered, his eyes narrowing as he massaged his chin thoughtfully. He could feel his pulse quicken, the thrill of the game sparking through him. Mello had come to provoke him, to unsettle him, and it had worked. But Sir Ren was no stranger to playing dangerous games. He had built his empire on them.For a moment, doubt flickered. What if Mello had anticipated his every move? What if this entire confrontation was part of some larger scheme? But Sir Ren quickly pushed those thoughts aside. No one knew him better than he knew himself, and no one had outwitted him this thoroughly before.He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, and let his mind wander throu

Mello rushed to Lisa's side, his eyes scanning her for any signs of harm. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained with worry. Lisa nodded slowly, still trying to process what had just happened."Who was that, Mello?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "And why did he come here?"Mello exhaled deeply, struggling to find the right words. He didn’t want to frighten her, but she deserved the truth. "That was Sir Ren," he said quietly. "He's a dangerous man who has been trying to take down everything I’ve worked for. And now, he's trying to use you to get to me."Lisa’s eyes widened in realization. "Sir Ren... I've heard that name before. He’s the one everyone’s been talking about—the drug mafia."Mello nodded, his expression grim. "Yes, and he’s more ruthless than you can imagine. He's threatened you to provoke me. He knows how important you are to me."Lisa reached for Mello's hand, her grip tightening. "So this is about you... and Ashley Group." Her voice was filled with conc

Back In Russia ****Sir Kemp sat comfortably in a large leather chair, the dark color of the seat contrasting with the light blue walls of the room. He held a delicate porcelain cup in his hand, calmly sipping his coffee. Even in this quiet moment, there was an undeniable sense of power about him. His dark suit fit him perfectly, giving off an air of authority that didn’t need any flashy display. One look was enough to know: this man was in charge.Suddenly, the door flew open, and a young delegate rushed in, his eyes wide with panic. "Sir Kemp!" he shouted, his voice shaky with fear and urgency.Sir Kemp didn’t react immediately. He slowly set his cup down on the small table beside him, moving with a calmness that suggested nothing could disturb him. Then he looked up, his eyes sharp and focused. "Yes?" he said in a deep, steady voice. He leaned back in his chair, showing just a hint of curiosity, though his face remained calm and unreadable. He was not a man easily interrupted, and

As Sir Ren stared at the screen, the footage played on, showing a younger Mello, dressed in tattered clothes, dropping off delivery packages in a run-down neighborhood. The sight of Mello, who now carried an air of authority and power, working in such humble conditions caught Sir Ren completely off guard.His eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Are these real or generated?" he asked, his voice low but tense.Alex, standing confidently beside the screen, replied, "100% authentic, sir. No fabrication. I dug deep into old security cameras and public records. It’s real."Sir Ren folded his arms, leaning in closer to the screen, still processing what he was seeing. "So, Mello was once nothing more than a delivery boy," he mused, a wicked smile forming on his face. "This could be useful.""Have you run authentication tests on this?" Sir Ren asked, his voice sharp with curiosity.Alex nodded confidently. "All tests came back clean."With a smirk, Alex pressed another button, and a new video began p

One of the team members suddenly stood up."Sir, I found something."Mello and Kelan both turned and walked over to his computer.On the screen was a map with a large red dot marking a location."What does this mean?" Mello asked."I think I've found Sir Ren's drug warehouse. This is likely where he runs his main operations."Mello's eyes sharpened as he looked at the red dot flashing on the screen. He leaned closer to the technician. "Are you certain this is the location?"The technician nodded. "Based on the patterns of movement, encrypted communication logs, and the unusual activity we’ve tracked, I’m about 90% sure this is it. Sir Ren is running his main drug operation out of this warehouse."Kelan whistled softly. "That’s deep in the industrial district. It’s the perfect spot for something like this—hidden, untraceable."Mello straightened up, the gears in his mind turning rapidly. "We need to act fast before he realizes we’ve found him. How many men do we have on standby?"Kelan