The lights in the warehouse flickered on, illuminating the entire room. Two rows of steel racks were neatly lined up, packed with various types of weapons. Most of them were AK-47s. Although well-maintained, they still looked old. The yellow paint on the surface had started to fade, and rust was faintly visible in some spots. Talon hadn't lied; these weapons were indeed decades old. Alongside the AK-47s, there were M4A1 rifles, MP9 submachine guns, several M1911 pistols, and other weapons in similar condition. Talon took a drag from his cigar, a satisfied smile on his face as he spread his arms wide, as if showing off the entire warehouse. “What do you think of my collection?” he asked. “Not bad,” Joseph replied, nodding while carefully inspecting the rows of guns. In a country like Stogu, owning firearms was legal as long as citizens were over 18, had no criminal record, and were mentally stable. However, there were restrictions on what could be purchased. In the early years, loc
"So...Boss Joseph, are we going up against the Tam Family today?” Jacky asked cautiously. Joseph seemed to think for a moment before replying. “Before we start, there's one important thing we need to consider: Ammarkhan’s stance.” “As the leader, Ammarkhan won’t just sit back and let an armed battle and chaos break out in his territory,” Joseph continued. Jacky looked worried. “Yeah, if Ammarkhan doesn’t give us the green light and we move forward anyway, he’ll send his forces to stop us. We could end up fighting two enemies at once: the Tam Family and Ammarkhan’s forces!” Joseph gave a faint smile. “Generally, you’re right. He wouldn’t approve. But as long as we don’t go overboard and avoid harming the locals, there’s a chance he’ll be okay with it.” Jacky raised an eyebrow, confused. “Why do you think that, Boss?” “When we met Ammarkhan, I sensed that he holds a grudge against the Tam Family, even though he hides it well.” Joseph sipped his tea before continuing. “Ammarkhan i
Ammarkhan frowned. "What’s it got to do with you?" "Are you curious what the people of Qura think of you?" Joseph asked calmly. "What do you want? If it's nothing important, you'd better leave!" Ammarkhan's anger began to rise. Joseph gave a faint smile before continuing. "A leader must have a righteous heart. If his heart is right, so are his actions and decisions. And by doing the right thing, his heart will always be at peace." Ammarkhan shook his head. "I don't understand!" "It means being a leader is about doing good and fulfilling your responsibilities. That way, you'll sleep better at night," Joseph added. Joseph’s expression grew serious. "Mr. Ammarkhan, do you feel you've fulfilled your duties as the leader of Qura?" Ammarkhan remained silent. Joseph continued, "Like that shepherd earlier—he’s just a common man you should protect. But when the Tam family harassed him, you stayed silent and let him be imprisoned. If word of this spreads, your reputation will be
Ammarkhan nodded. "Guards, summon the head of the Department of Transportation immediately!" "Yes, Sir!" Half an hour later, a stocky man in his thirties, wearing a green coat, hurried into the room. This was Loban, the head of the Department of Transportation in Qura, responsible for managing the city’s traffic system. "Now, retrieve all the CCTV footage around the Tam family’s mansion from around 11:30 today," Ammarkhan ordered firmly. "Okay, Mr. Ammarkhan!" Loban nodded, bowed slightly, and quickly left to carry out the command. Munnaf’s expression shifted immediately, tension flashing in his eyes. Fifteen minutes later, Loban returned swiftly. "Mr. Ammarkhan, I’ve sent the surveillance footage from around 11:30 to your email. You can check it now." "Good." Ammarkhan pulled out his phone and opened the video. The footage showed a large courtyard. On either side of the gate stood two guards—blonde-haired, blue-eyed men—each holding AK-47 rifles, standing alert. Thi
Joseph realized that the earlier information was off. According to the investigation by members of Alliance G, there were only about a hundred guards around the Tam family’s estate. “We have to act fast,” Joseph muttered. If the Tam family sent out a distress signal, the situation would become much harder. Joseph’s own forces were small. But if he could rally the people of the city, then he might have a chance against the Tam family. “Joseph, since I’ve already decided to oppose the Tam family, I’m going to help you,” Ammarkhan said seriously. “Fighting the Tam family isn’t just your problem—it’s an issue for the whole city of Qura. I’ve made my decision to go against them, so of course, I’m going to support you.” "I’ll send in more support! While the Tam family’s armed forces shouldn’t be underestimated, as the leader of this city, I can mobilize almost 5,000 soldiers. How about we join forces?" Ammarkhan said confidently. “No,” Joseph said, shaking his head. “Your idea is
At Midnight The distant howls of wolves echoed through the night. In Rommo Tam's room—the leader of the Tam family—the fire in the hearth blazed, casting a soft, yellowish glow across the room. Rommo-a man of 70 years, slept soundly, surrounded by three young women dressed only in their underwear. Their bodies served as warmth on that cold night. Although Rommo had lost his manhood long ago, sharing a bed with these women gave him a sense of pride and dignity. Bang! bang! A loud knock shattered the silence. Rommo stirred awake, irritated. “Who the hell is that?! What do you want at this hour?” he grumbled, reaching for the lamp and switching it on. He got out of bed, slipped into his golden pajamas, and adjusted his glasses before opening the door. Standing at the doorway was Atto, the captain of the Tam family’s guards, with an AK-47 slung over his shoulder. “What is it, Atto?” Rommo asked sharply. “Sir, there are two important updates.” Atto handed him a report. R
"But we must keep an eye on that man from Leeds!" Rommo’s eyes gleamed. “It seems like he holds a grudge against the Tam Family, and now he’s got his hands on a lot of guns. Who’s to say he won’t attack us? Starting tomorrow, assign someone to watch him. If we learn he’s plotting anything dangerous, we’ll kill him!” There was an unmistakable hint of murderous intent in Rommo’s words. As the head of the Tam Family, Rommo had maintained control over Qura for decades, thanks to his ruthlessness and caution. Anything that threatened the family's interests was swiftly silenced and destroyed. That’s how the Tam Family had thrived for so long. “Atto, you’ve done well this time. If anything comes up, report to me immediately,” Rommo said sternly. “But next time, think twice before rushing to me. Be cautious, especially when it comes to Ammarkhan. He’ll be transferred in a few years. If he hasn’t lost his mind, he won’t sever ties with our family.” “You’re right, Sir.” Atto lowered h
"Wake up!" A soldier stepped forward and kicked Atto to the ground. "Ah! That hurts! Who dares kick me?!" Atto roared, opening his eyes, only to freeze in shock. Over a dozen assault rifles were pointed straight at his head. "Please, have mercy!" Atto begged in terror, still trying to figure out what was happening. As his vision cleared, he noticed the soldiers’ uniforms and his eyes widened. "Impossible! These are the uniforms of Qura’s army! What are they doing here?" "This is a rebellion!" Atto thought, feeling a storm of anxiety building inside him. A soldier reported to Joseph, "Sir, this is Atto. He’s the captain of the Tam Family’s guards and oversees all security operations here." Joseph let out a cold laugh. His plan had been to launch a surprise attack on this snowy night. But to his amusement, the two guards at the Tam Family gate had fallen into a deep sleep. "Careless fools," Joseph thought as he led a dozen soldiers to sneak into the compound. They took dow