Milan stood at the edge of a tall building, directly facing Arkanza's classroom. His sharp eyes were glued to the high-tech binoculars in his hands, observing every movement inside. The morning sunlight reflected off the glass windows of the building, but it didn’t bother him in the slightest. His focus remained on one thing—Arkanza.However, something else caught his attention.Barak.That guy was still lingering around Arkanza, like a shadow that refused to leave. Milan let out a sharp breath, clicking his tongue in irritation. For the past few days, Barak had been sticking close to their young master, and it made him uneasy.Beside him, Vikram sat casually on a wooden crate, enjoying his meal in peace. The plastic spoon in his hand clinked against the food container, creating a soft, repetitive sound."Arkanza will be fine," Vikram muttered between bites, not even looking up from his meal. "You're overreacting, Milan."Milan lowered his binoculars for a moment, shooting a sharp gla

The motorcycle club's basecamp was still filled with the pounding beats of music and casual chatter when Barak decided to leave early that night. Normally, he would stay longer, discussing race plans or just hanging out with his friends. But this time, his mind was occupied with one thing—Arkanza.As he stepped out of the large warehouse that served as their headquarters, he felt something strange. The night air was colder than usual, and there was an eerie sensation, as if someone was watching him. He paused for a moment, letting his eyes scan the surroundings. Their warehouse was in a fairly secluded area, surrounded by old, rarely occupied buildings. There was no one there except for his club members, but for some reason, his skin prickled.Quickly dismissing the feeling, Barak walked toward his motorcycle. He grabbed his helmet, but before he could put it on, something caught his attention.On the fuel tank of his bike, there was something that shouldn’t be there.A black envelope

That night, after the meeting at the warehouse, Barak sat on his motorcycle, staring at the dark sky. He knew Milan and Raka were hiding something, and he wouldn’t stop until he found out what it was.If they wanted to keep him away from Arkanza, he would do the opposite.He pulled out his phone and called someone. Someone who knew more about Milan than Milan himself."I need information," Barak said as soon as the call connected. "About Milan."The person on the other end chuckled before replying, "I’m curious, Barak. Are you trying to play at a higher level?"Barak smirked. "I just want to make sure someone knows who’s really betraying him."The next day, Barak deliberately waited in front of the campus. He knew Arkanza would pass through here, and he made sure to look relaxed, as if nothing had happened.Soon enough, Arkanza appeared, accompanied by Milan and Albert.Milan immediately tensed up upon seeing Barak. His eyes narrowed as if ready to confront him.But Barak didn’t give

The music pounded loudly inside the luxurious hotel ballroom. Colorful lights spun around, creating a lively party atmosphere. The guests, mostly university students from the same campus, cheered and laughed, enjoying the abundance of drinks and food. Amidst the glittering celebration, Barak, the host, stood confidently in front of a giant screen hanging in the middle of the room."Thank you for coming!" Barak shouted loudly. "Tonight isn't just a celebration of my birthday, but also of my coming of age. And as part of this celebration, I want to share something special with all of you."The entire room fell silent for a moment before the screen behind Barak lit up. A video started playing.In one corner of the room, Arkanza leaned against the wall with an indifferent expression. He had come to this party more because of his friends’ invitation, not out of any interest in Barak or the event itself. To Arkanza, Barak was just someone who craved too much attention.The footage on the sc

The night breeze was still blowing gently, but Arkanza’s body felt increasingly hot. Barak looked at the man beside him with a worried expression. Arkanza’s face was flushed, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were half-closed. He was in a terrible condition.Damn. I can't let him stay like this.Quickly, Barak grabbed his phone and started searching for a solution on the internet. His hands trembled slightly as he typed into the search bar:"How to quickly sober up from alcohol"Several articles appeared on the screen, but one comment from a netizen on a forum caught his attention:"If someone is too drunk, the fastest way to sober them up is to make them drink alcohol again. It helps the body adjust and speeds up recovery."Barak frowned. Really? He wasn’t sure, but seeing Arkanza growing weaker, he didn’t have many options.His eyes scanned the hotel garden, searching for a source of alcohol. Suddenly, he spotted a half-full bottle of liquor on an outdoor table near the pool—pro