The Slumdog Billionaire

100. The Trigger

Chapter Hundred

The fighters moved in unison, circling Henry, their eyes cold, calculating. Their movements were precise, deadly, and one of them shifted his stance, his hand poised to strike a lethal blow.

Henry braced himself, every muscle tensed, knowing this could be the end. But just as the fighter was about to make his move, the leader’s gaze caught on something that stopped him cold.

“Wait!” the leader barked, his voice sharp, halting his men in mid-motion. His eyes were fixed on Henry’s hand, a look of shock overtaking his face.

Henry followed the man’s gaze, confused, and noticed that he was staring at the ancient, weathered ring he wore—a ring he’d never thought much of until now.

The leader’s face drained of color as he moved closer, his eyes wide with disbelief. Slowly, reverently, he reached out and touched the ring, his fingers trembling as if he were touching something sacred.

Henry stared back, bewildered, his pulse racing. He felt the leader’s hand graze his,