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
Joseph stared at Atto, who was trembling with fear. "I-I don’t know!" Atto stammered desperately. "Rommo just fell asleep, but then suddenly he woke up again. I don’t know why. Please, don’t kill me!" Joseph squinted, trying to determine if Atto was lying. While grabbing his walkie-talkie, Joseph gave a curt order. "Send five soldiers here. Make sure there’s nothing suspicious on the way." Moving cautiously toward the door, Joseph tried not to make a sound. From inside the room, he could hear Rommo’s hurried conversation. "Sir, something strange has happened. A guard from Ammarkhan’s mansion reported that Ammarkhan locked Munnaf in a small, dark room!" Rommo's voice turned sharp. "What? Munnaf, locked in a room? Isn’t he Ammarkhan’s trusted man?" His tone grew colder as he continued, "Are you certain? Munnaf has worked for Ammarkhan for decades and has significant influence over his decisions." "Yes! We got this intel from one of our spies." The room fell silent as R
When Joseph’s count reached eight, Rommo suddenly shouted, letting out a long sigh, pretending to surrender. "I don’t want to die with someone like you. You're just an ordinary man, while I, as the head of the Tam Family, am far more important. Dying with you would only disgrace me!" "If I surrender, maybe Ammarkhan will spare me," Rommo thought to himself. "Besides, my assets could contribute a lot to Qura City. Without me, they’d be wasted!" "Surrendering? Smart move, Rommo. Now, order all your men, inside and outside the mansion, to drop their weapons! Have them lie face down on the ground with their hands behind their heads—and no sudden moves," Joseph said with a satisfied grin. Rommo glared at Joseph, surprised at how thorough he was. "Everyone, drop your weapons! Put your hands behind your heads and don’t move!" Rommo shouted. The guards exchanged hesitant glances, unsure for a moment, before looking back at Rommo. "I said drop your weapons! Didn’t you hear me?" h
“Tell me where they are. If even one of them is harmed, I’ll make sure you disappear from this world,” Joseph said, his voice calm but carrying a deadly threat. “They... they’re in the dungeon . They’ve been starving for days. I don’t even know if they’re still alive,” Rommo stammered, his voice trembling. “I know where the dungeon is. I’ll lead the way!” Atto blurted out, his fear evident. Atto was terrified because he knew Joseph wouldn’t hesitate to use him. The trade teams had been tortured by Atto, and if they held a grudge, his life would be at risk. Without hesitation, Atto walked quickly ahead to guide them. “Watch Rommo. I’ll be back soon,” Joseph ordered two members of the G Alliance. Joseph and Jacky followed Atto through a narrow path in the Tam family’s backyard, heading toward the stone gate that led to the underground prison. Thick snow covered the ground, and it took almost ten minutes to reach it. “This is the entrance to the Tam Family’s underground dungeon,”