Joseph gave a faint smile. Around forty people had gathered at the airport to welcome him, causing the security staff to grip their batons tightly and move in closer, just in case. Jacky smiled and said, "Mr. Joseph, these people are the big and small leaders from the eastern region. They all work under your command now and wanted to meet you in person. That’s why I brought them here." Jacky continued, "There were more people back at our headquarters who wanted to join the welcoming, but I was worried it would cause chaos. So I only brought a few." Joseph nodded, understanding their enthusiasm. "Alright, I'll meet them later." Jacky quickly opened the door to the Mercedes-Benz for Joseph, inviting him inside. A convoy of similar Mercedes-Benz cars followed behind, drawing attention from the people around the airport. As they drove, Joseph asked, "How's our industry doing in the eastern region?" Jacky thought for a moment and replied, "The major industries we manage are sti
Joseph decided to bring only the G Alliance members on this mission, leaving the drunk bosses behind. First, the relationship between him and the bosses wasn’t strong enough to fully trust them. Second, this mission was a test for Joseph. The bosses wanted to see how competent he was in handling a critical situation like this. “If I succeed, it’ll strengthen my position. If I fail, my power could diminish,” Joseph thought. That’s why he preferred to rely on himself. In front of the villa, six black off-road Hummers were ready. The vehicles were stocked with supplies like compressed biscuits, purified water, and chocolate. Joseph sat in the front passenger seat, while Jacky took the wheel. Four G Alliance members who had done prior investigations sat in the back. Vroom! Vroom! The Hummer’s engines roared under the moonlight, and Joseph’s convoy headed north toward Stogu. “Boss Joseph, the trade route is about 1,500 kilometers long. It’ll take us around maybe three days to r
Jacky and the others stood stunned as they watched Joseph take on the wild beast with his bare hands. "Boss Joseph, are you really going to kill this brown bear?!" Jacky asked, disbelief in his voice. "This bear is massive, and we have no weapons. How are we supposed to kill it?" he added. “We’ll ram it with the car,” Joseph replied, his eyes locked on the brown bear. He licked his lips, a spark of excitement gleaming in his gaze. “I’ll fight it first and lure it into the middle of the road. Once it’s there, we’ll ram it.” Joseph raised his voice so that all members of the G Alliance, including Jacky, who was still inside the Hummer, could hear and prepare themselves. “Yes, Boss!” Joseph observed the bear’s neck, noticing torn pieces of clothing clinging to its blood-soaked claws. It was obvious that the bear had killed someone. As the bear drew closer to Joseph, it seemed intent on making him its next victim. Something stirred inside Joseph—an instinct, a need to kill t
Inside the city, the atmosphere was much louder, filled with street vendors, tourists, cattle, and horses bustling about. From inside the car, Joseph noticed some guy standing at the street corner holding a light machine gun. They wore dark green combat uniforms, tall with blond hair and blue eyes. These were guards working under Ammarkhan, the leader of Qurau. “Ammarkhan controls both the military and political power in this city. He commands around 5,000 soldiers,” Jacky explained, sharing the information he had gathered before arriving. “Ammarkhan doesn’t have an impressive political record, but there haven’t been any major issues under his leadership either. He’s the kind of leader who doesn’t stand out, but he’s not exactly terrible either,” Jacky added. “I don’t think Ammarkhan is the type to be involved in robbing our trade teams. The culprit is probably another group operating within Qura,” Joseph said after thinking for a moment. “Let’s head to Oha Restaurant first.”
“Damn it, these guys have some nerve. They’re actually trying to steal our stuff. Let’s go down there and teach them a lesson!” Jacky whispered angrily, peeking out the window. The four men from Stogu were already loading the bear’s body onto a rickshaw and tying it down. Once they were done, they got ready to leave. Probably worried that the noise from a car engine would attract attention, they chose to use a rickshaw instead. “No need to rush,” Joseph said calmly. “Let’s follow them first and see who’s really behind this.” The $1 billion bear wasn’t that important to Joseph. What mattered more was uncovering the hidden forces operating in the city. The potential gain far outweighed the loss. “Keep it quiet. We don’t want them to notice us,” Joseph added. Joseph led Jacky and four members of the G Alliance out of the restaurant, taking cover in a dark corner to observe the thieves. The bear was now secured on the rickshaw, and a large man wearing glasses held the reins of
In front of Mr. Ammarkhan’s house, guards in full combat uniforms stood tall with sharp gazes. "Do you have permission to enter Mr. Ammarkhan’s residence?" one of the guards asked, extending his hand to stop the three of them. "We already got permission from Mr. Ammarkhan," the police staff quickly replied. "Wait a moment," the guard said, stepping into the security booth to make a call. After confirming everything, he said, "You three may enter." Joseph, Jacky, and the staff were allowed through. The place was heavily guarded, with soldiers patrolling everywhere. Joseph also noticed several guards hiding in the corners, keeping a discreet eye on them. After a few minutes, they arrived at a large hall. "I’ll leave now. Mr. Ammarkhan will meet you shortly to help resolve the stolen bear case," the police staff said before excusing himself. Suddenly, a loud laugh echoed through the room. A large man with long blond hair and a thick beard appeared. He looked to be in his
“Oh, by the way, I know a few reporters from the Stogu newspaper too. They definitely wouldn’t mind spreading news like this. Soon enough, your name, Ammarkhan, will be all over Stogu,” Joseph said casually. Ammarkhan gritted his teeth in growing anger. After almost a minute of silence, Ammarkhan took a deep breath and said, “Tell me, what exactly do you want?” “You’re smart.” Joseph smiled faintly. “I want to know who stole the bear." Ammarkhan froze for a moment, then said meaningfully, “The man who stole the bear is backed by a powerful family from Qura City—the Tam Family.” A serious look crossed Ammarkhan’s face. “The Tam Family has been around for over a hundred years in Qura and holds a lot of power. They have almost a thousand armed guards. Their main business is selling meat—beef, lamb, goat—which they export to other countries.” Joseph listened carefully. “I wanted to stop them, but I can’t,” Ammarkhan continued in a heavy voice. “The Tam Family is too strong
One hour later, another member of G Alliance entered and gave the latest report. "Boss Joseph, we’ve located the black market you asked us to investigate," he said respectfully. "The black market boss has a lot of weapons, but they’re really expensive." "Where is it?" asked Joseph. "At Boc Bar, in Qura. From the outside, it looks like a regular bar, but behind it is the black market. If you want to buy weapons, you have to bring cash and make the transaction directly," he explained. Joseph frowned. "We didn’t even bring that much cash." Jacky suggested, "In that case, we should head to the bank and withdraw some money, Boss." Joseph nodded. "Alright, let’s go to the bank." Bank 1 Qura, the largest bank here, was one of the official branches from Stogu. Twenty minutes later, Joseph, Jacky, and four members of G Alliance arrived. The bank was busy, with people bustling around. Armed guards secured the entire area. A lobby manager approached them with a professional smile. "Welc
In the Hospital Corridor The hospital corridor felt eerily quiet, though the sound of medical staff's footsteps and the occasional beeping of machines broke the silence. Joseph sat on a long bench, gripping his phone tightly, his mind wandering far. Occasionally, he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. Mr. Barta patted his son-in-law’s shoulder. "Katty is a strong woman. Trust me, she’ll be fine." Before Joseph could respond, the cry of a baby suddenly echoed from the operating room. He immediately stood up, his face filled with happiness. The operating room door opened, and a doctor stepped out, removing their mask. "Mr. Joseph?" the doctor called. "Yes, Doctor?" "Congratulations, Mr. Joseph. Your son has been born." Those words made Joseph feel like a great weight had been lifted from him. He couldn’t contain his wide smile. "Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much!" Mr. Barta raised his hands in the air. "My grandson!" he cheered. Ten minutes later, Joseph w
Then.... The sound of rapid gunfire echoed through the air! Joseph stood motionless, calmly waiting amidst the chaos. Heavy footsteps reverberated across the room. Members of the G Alliance emerged from the front door, their rifles still warm from their shots. They had taken down all of Ramond’s soldiers with flawless precision, moving like machines devoid of mercy. The G Alliance members had long trained to shoot in complete darkness, even with their eyes closed. This level of skill now allowed them to dominate their enemies despite the pitch-black conditions. “Turn on the lights,” Joseph ordered curtly, his voice authoritative. Ultra-bright flashlights snapped on, instantly illuminating the room. The light revealed a gruesome scene: twenty of Ramond’s soldiers lay lifeless on the floor, their blood pooling beneath them. The stench of gunpowder mixed with blood filled the air, causing Ramond to cough as he scanned the horrifying aftermath with fear and rage. “You…” Ram
Jennifer stood frozen in place, her body trembling, her once graceful face now etched with frustration and despair. Slowly, her hand moved to the folds of her dress, drawing out a small pistol that gleamed under the dim light. All eyes locked onto her—Joseph remained silent, his gaze as cold as ice, while Ramond sneered with a smug grin, full of disdain and mockery. Zako, usually quick to act, now watching with a mix of anxiety and helplessness. Jennifer raised the pistol to her head, her hand shaking uncontrollably. "This is all my fault..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but no one moved to stop her. She lifted her head slightly, her tear-filled eyes meeting Joseph's. Yet, there was no response from her son—no empathy, no hesitation, just a chilling, unyielding silence. Jennifer’s gaze grew vacant. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and without warning, the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the silence. Her body crumpled t
The dim light from the chandelier cast sharp shadows across Joseph’s cold face. His eyes scanned the room sharply, observing each person within it. Jacky tried to speak, but no sound escaped his lips. He was barely hanging on, his life slipping away. Joseph glanced briefly at Jacky before redirecting his focus to the three figures before him. Jennifer abruptly stood, clutching a nearly empty wine glass in her trembling hand. Her face was pale, and though she tried to mask her nerves, her shaking fingers betrayed her unease. Ramond, in contrast, lounged casually in his chair, legs crossed as if there were nothing to worry about. Meanwhile, Zako appeared far more alert, his eyes darting between Joseph and the exit. “So,” Joseph’s deep, cold voice shattered the silence, “I come here and find myself... entertained by quite the show.” Jennifer quickly drank the rest of her wine, trying to steady herself. But as Joseph’s gaze locked onto hers, she froze. The woman, typically full
The room was dark and empty. Only the sound of Jacky’s footsteps echoed, filling the oppressive silence. His eyes scanned every corner, his pistol aimed forward, ready for any threat. But there was nothing—no Ramond, no Jennifer, no Zako. Only the cold air brushing against his skin like an invisible menace.Jacky growled, kicking over an old wooden chair that lay in the middle of the room. “Damn it! They escaped!” he yelled, his anger burning hot. He rubbed his temples, trying to steady the frustration boiling inside him. But before he could plan his next move, something unexpected happened.Out of nowhere, a coarse cloth wrapped tightly around his face. Someone yanked a bag over his head, cutting off his vision entirely.Jacky struggled, punching and thrashing, but his attacker was strong. Two firm hands restrained him with precision. Within seconds, he was forced into a chair, his body tied down with ropes that quickly bound his wrists and ankles.“Who are you?!” Jacky shouted, his
In the basement...The damp atmosphere clung to the space, making the air feel oppressively heavy.At the center of the room stood an old wooden table strewn with papers and maps. In one corner, Ramond sat on a worn-out chair, dressed in a faded shirt. Despite his simple appearance, his chilling aura remained unmistakable.The creaking of the wooden door broke the silence. Jennifer appeared, carrying two large bags filled with food supplies and water bottles. Her once-elegant dress now looked slightly disheveled, as if the long journey to this hidden place had drained her energy."Ramond," she said softly, lowering the bags onto the floor. "I brought food and necessities to last you a few days. I hope it’s enough."Ramond lifted his head, a faint smile forming on his lips—a smile that was both calming and enigmatic. "My darling," he greeted her warmly, his tone as smooth as ever. "You never fail to impress me."Jennifer lowered her gaze, avoiding his penetrating stare.Ramond rose fro
Ramond was a name well-known among the global elite, not only for his ruthlessness but also for his uncanny ability to manipulate. However, behind the mask of power he always wore, there was a hidden truth: Ramond owned nothing. Everything—his wealth, assets, and the networks he wielded—belonged to Jennifer. A woman trapped in her blind love for Ramond for years, she had made him a symbol of power in the eyes of the world.Jennifer’s love became a vulnerability that Ramond exploited without hesitation. He played his role flawlessly, presenting himself as a charismatic yet dangerous leader within the global elite circles. Jennifer even elevated him to the position of leader of the global elite, ensuring that all resources were at his disposal. Under his influence, many leaders in the network were willing to take extreme measures to achieve their objectives—whether it was dominating specific economic sectors, manipulating politics, or mercilessly destroying rivals.Ramond became a symbo
Joseph stood abruptly and said nothing. He cast a cold glance at his mother before turning and walking away. His firm steps echoed as he exited the grand mansion, with Gawali silently following close behind. The tense atmosphere was palpable, yet not a word was spoken between them until both Joseph and Gawali were inside the sleek black car. Once the car door shut, Joseph leaned back, staring straight ahead with an expressionless face. Gawali, seated in the driver’s seat, finally broke the silence, his tone cautious. “Sir, should I contact Interpol immediately? If Ramond is truly involved in your grandfather’s death, we can make him an international fugitive.”“No need,” Joseph interrupted, his tone decisive. “I’ll find him myself. I’ll deal with him personally. No one else is allowed to interfere until I’m satisfied.”Gawali gave a slight nod, understanding it wasn’t the time to argue.Joseph added, “Contact Jacky.”“Tell him to prepare the team. I need them ready for my next orders
The grand mansion was silent, with only the sound of Joseph and Gawali's footsteps echoing against the marble floors.Joseph stepped into the vast living room, its high ceilings adorned with sparkling crystal chandeliers.At the center of the room stood a golden sofa, strikingly prominent amidst the luxurious Persian carpet surrounding it.Joseph’s eyes immediately caught the figure of a woman standing near the large window. Jennifer, draped elegantly in white satin pajamas, stood poised as she gazed out. Her neatly combed hair reflected the faint light from the chandelier, and her face remained expressionless as usual.Joseph exhaled deeply, throwing himself onto the golden sofa with a casual yet calculated demeanor. He crossed one leg over his knee and stared at his mother with a mocking gaze.“So, my mom is still the same as ever,” he said sharply. “will awake when hear commotion.”Jennifer turned slowly, her expression betraying no reaction to his jab. With measured grace, she app