The black SUV screeched to a halt in front of an old warehouse. Rizal, Ucok, and Damar jumped out, their adrenaline still pumping from the gunfight at the hotel. The smell of rust and damp concrete filled the air. A few of Rizal’s men were already waiting, armed and alert."Did anyone follow us?" Rizal asked, scanning the area."No, we lost them on the highway," one of the men replied.Ucok let out a deep breath. "Good. That was too close."Damar walked toward the wooden crate in the center of the warehouse. "So what’s next, Zal? Adi won’t just sit back and let us walk away."Rizal smirked and pulled a folded blueprint from his jacket. "Exactly. That’s why we’re going to hit him before he hits us."Rizal spread the blueprint on top of the crate, revealing a detailed map of Adi’s operations."This is Adi’s main money source—his underground casino," Rizal pointed at a red-marked building. "It’s hidden under a nightclub downtown. Every week, millions flow through it. If we take it out, w

Inside his small café, Rizal stared at the steaming cup of black coffee on the table. The aroma was sharp, bitter, and slightly burning—much like his life at the moment. It had been a week since Adi’s death, yet instead of peace, a new wave of threats had begun to rise.Ucok walked in briskly, holding a crumpled piece of paper. "You need to see this, bro," he said, placing it on Rizal’s table.Rizal read it quickly. A short message from his informant: "He’s still alive. And he’s coming for you."Damar, who was sitting near the coffee machine, raised an eyebrow. "Who’s ‘he’?"Ucok let out a long sigh before answering, "Fajar."The name made Rizal fall silent. Fajar was Adi’s right-hand man, a ruthless enforcer who was thought to be dead after a raid. If he was still alive, it meant the fight wasn’t over."Are you sure this isn’t a trap?" Rizal asked, taking a sip of his coffee.Ucok shook his head. "This guy doesn’t play games. He’s already taken over some of Adi’s remaining men. And h

After Rendra left, Rizal’s café returned to its usual quiet atmosphere. Only the sound of the espresso machine and light chatter from customers filled the room. But Rizal’s mind remained unsettled. That offer wasn’t just an ordinary job.Ucok tapped the counter. “Bro, I don’t like that guy.”Damar crossed his arms. “Me neither. He didn’t just come to offer a job. He definitely has another agenda.”Rizal sighed and picked up the business card Rendra had left behind. Santoso Security Agency. A name that sounded legitimate, but to Rizal, it was just a front for something deeper.Suddenly, police sirens echoed from the street in front of the café. Rizal glanced outside. Two patrol cars stopped across the road, and several officers got out, talking to someone in a narrow alley.Ucok peeked as well. “What now? This city never truly stays quiet, huh?”Damar grabbed a towel and started wiping the counter, though his eyes remained fixed on the scene. “If the cops are involved, it means somethi

Rizal walked out of the warehouse, his mind racing. The night air was thick with tension, and the distant hum of the city barely reached this abandoned part of town. He had just made a deal with the devil—Leonard. But if someone was targeting his people, he had no choice but to play the game again.As he reached his motorcycle, his phone buzzed.He hesitated before answering. “Who is this?”A distorted voice replied, “You have 24 hours to find me, Barista. Or your friend dies.”Rizal’s grip tightened around the phone. “Where is he?”The voice chuckled. “That would be too easy. Come and find me. I’ll be waiting at the place where everything ended.”The line went dead.Rizal clenched his jaw. The place where everything ended? There was only one place that fit that description.The old docks.Rizal rode straight to the café, where Damar was pacing nervously outside.“Where the hell have you been?” Damar demanded. “Ucok’s missing, and I’ve been getting weird calls all night!”Rizal parked

The name Adrian Kusuma burned in Rizal’s mind like a brand. He hadn’t heard it in nearly a decade, but the memories resurfaced instantly—bloodstained streets, whispered orders, and a betrayal that nearly cost him his life.Leonard glanced at the list in Rizal’s hands. “You know him.”It wasn’t a question.Ucok raised an eyebrow. “Judging by your face, this dude ain't just some random crime boss.”Rizal took a slow breath. “Adrian Kusuma is the reason I left this life. He tried to have me killed.”Damar whistled. “Well, that’s awkward.”Rizal’s grip on the paper tightened. “If he’s back in the game, we’re dealing with more than just a syndicate. Adrian doesn’t take chances. If he’s involved, it means he’s already planned five steps ahead.”Leonard leaned against the desk. “Then we better move fast.”Rizal nodded. “First, we need to figure out where he is. And second—”Ucok smirked. “—we crash his party.”Finding Adrian wasn’t easy. The Cobra Syndicate was well-connected, and their oper