In the dark DW warehouse of Delhi, which is most of the time used for doing mafia dealings by Eshank, Avyan, Arjun, and Advik would help them. They are all close friends.

Arjun, Avyan, and their men had gathered in a warehouse on the outskirts of town. They were doing a weapons trade there. Arjun stated, "Mr. Leonardo. Please welcome. Your order is complete. We will carry it to Mumbai, and from there, it will be shipped to Russia by cargo."

Mr. Leonardo, a middle-aged Russian, nodded and said, perplexed, "How are you going to transport them without drawing the attention of the customs officers and police?"

Avyan smirked and continued, opening a box, "Here is your order." The container exposed an LED. Everyone in attendance was shocked. Why was Avyan showing them a Led rather than guns?

Mr. Leonardo, confused, said, "These are just LEDs." Mr. Leonardo was about to become enraged, but before he could express his displeasure, Avyan opened the Led screen and pulled out several pieces from Led's various corners, which he then combined together, and a gun was formed.

Everyone present was stunned. They were dumbfounded. They could never have thought that the gun's parts would be disassembled and installed in an LED. This way, no one will ever catch them trading arms.

Arjun began in a frigid tone, his look stern as usual: "Mr. Leonardo, as promised, your order has already been made. All of these LEDs involve arms. Nobody would ever know that these LEDs had been used for unlawful trade. If you are pleased, as promised, you must pay us after inspecting the delivery, which you have already done. So now you must pay us the money specified in our contract and get your belongings; otherwise, no one is permitted to go."

Mr. Leonardo said gratefully, "Of course, Mr. Rajvanshi. This idea left me speechless." Mr. Leonardo turned towards his subordinate and asked him for the suitcases. The subordinate gave him four big suitcases, and Mr. Leonardo gave them to Arjun and said, "I hope all of us keep working like this. Please give my greetings and thanks to Mr. Raisinghania."

While Avyan opened the bag and started checking if the money was original or not. After getting satisfied, Avyan nodded, looking at Arjun, silently telling him that the money is real.

But before Mr. Leonardo could congratulate on the successful transaction, a gunshot rang out in the warehouse.

"Get down!" Avyan's yell broke through the commotion, and everyone dashed behind the steel drums spread around the warehouse floor. Mr. Leonardo and his companions crouched low, their expressions a mix of shock and dread.

The air was filled with the piercing crackle of gunshots. Bullets bounce off the metal walls, sparking as they hit the drums and containers. Avyan's gaze swept the surroundings with deadly calm, taking stock of the situation. Arjun, standing next to him, had already pulled out his gun and was ready for action.

"Khurana's men," Arjun muttered, peering out for a short glance. The roar of automatic guns boomed around the warehouse as their assailants approached.

Avyan stayed calm. He pushed the Bluetooth gadget to his ear and spoke precisely, his voice icy and authoritative. "Alpha, beta, gamma, and delta. Split into four groups that cover the perimeter: north, east, west, and south. Completely surround them. No one escapes alive."

His voice was firm as he issued the command, but his eyes were filled with the rage of someone who had been crossed. Betrayal. ' Khurana made his move. There must be a traitor who is aware that we are going to deal with them here; otherwise, such a premeditated attack would not be possible. Avyan thought.

The response came across the headset, "Yes, sir."

Arjun cast a glance at Avyan. "Strikeforce?"

Avyan nodded firmly. "Strikeforce, move the last four containers. Get them placed on trailers and keep them safe at all costs."

There was no space for errors. They had recently closed a large arms sale, and the containers included valuable cargo-millions of dollars' worth of military-grade weapons. If they lost it now, the consequences would be severe.

"Go!" Arjun yelled to the troops as he covered the exit, firing back at Khurana's men, who were approaching from the south side. A few of Leonardo's bodyguards joined in, taking out their own guns and aiding with the defense. Leonardo himself was pale, huddled behind a steel drum and clutching his suitcase firmly.

Avyan remained low, but his mind was already two steps ahead. "Beta team, push them from the east and compel them to face Gamma. "I want them trapped." His tone was very frigid. They weren't merely protecting themselves; they were planning to eliminate the menace.

Shots roared out in all directions now. Khurana's force had arrived prepared, as had Avyan's team. They reacted with brutal precision, dispatching assailants with fatal accuracy. The battle became more intense, and Avyan focused on the containers.

Strikeforce was working fast to load the final few containers. One of their guys dropped on the ground, wounded by a gunshot to the shoulder, but they did not halt. Another took his position and resumed the task.

Arjun fired a couple more rounds before hiding behind a barrel as a hail of bullets slammed where he was just standing. He smirked at Avyan, the excitement of the battle evident in his eyes. "Think Khurana will regret this?"

Avyan's lips curled into a grim smile, devoid of amusement. "He already does."

The noises of war were overwhelming, but Avyan had perfect control. His troops moved like clockwork, carrying out his commands with deadly accuracy. He could hear each group's reports over Bluetooth.

Khurana's forces were being pressured from every angle, and it wouldn't be long until they were overrun. Avyan looked across at the Strikeforce team and noticed the final container being put onto the trailer. Good. One more step done.

Arjun fired another bullet, striking an assailant in the chest. "We're clear on this side!" he said.

"ALPHA, close in," Avyan said calmly among the turmoil. "No survivors."

The firing died down as Khurana's forces were eliminated one by one. Avyan emerged from behind the container and moved forward with murderous purpose. His gun rose, and he shot at the final few assailants without hesitation, his expression icy as the victims fell to the ground.

It was over in minutes. Silence fell over the warehouse, broken only by the distant sound of trailers pulling away, containers safely loaded.

Avyan clenched his teeth as he scanned the sight. He grasped his gun and approached Mr. Leonardo, who was still hidden behind the barrel. Mr. Leonardo stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Mr. Leonardo, I believe you were going to congratulate us," Avyan remarked with a tone of sarcasm. The contrast between his calm voice and the chaos surrounding them was unsettling.

Leonardo nodded swiftly, his hands quivering. "Y- Yes, of course. Excellent work, Mr. Mahajan. Excellent." Leonardo and his associates, as well as the guards, left the warehouse.

Arjun chuckled, wiping sweat off his brow as he joined Avyan. "Well, that was more fun than expected."

Avyan looked at the bodies of Khurana's forces, and his expression was unreadable. "Send a message to Khurana. Tell him what happens when you betray us."

Arjun smirked and said, "With pleasure."

As the remaining men secured the premises and removed the dead bodies, Avyan took one final glance around the warehouse. Everything was under control. The deal was completed, the goods were secure, and Khurana's men were eliminated.

They realized one of them was still alive. Arjun's expression became stern as he remarked, "Let's get answers to some of our queries."

Avyan smirked. "We understand Khurrana sent you here. But we also know that a spy told you about that deal.

"I didn't know..." said the man, but Arjun shot him in the knee, causing him to cry out in pain. Arjun remarked nonchalantly, "You're going to die anyway. Tell us your name and die peacefully. We still ask you softly." If Eshank finds out, he will burn you alive and torture your soul to answer him."

That man was terrified when he heard the name of the King of Mafia, the king of this dark universe, and whomever dares to oppose him would pay the ultimate price.

Terrified, he said, "Dhee... Dheeraj Kumar." Arjun inquired, "Who is he? "Where is he now?"

That man shook and said, "I don't know. I just know his name. He works at Black Crown." Avyan shot him point black and then turned towards Arjun and said, "The name is enough; let's find out about this Dheeraj Kumar."

Arjun nodded and continued, "Let's find out about him; I'm guessing he's the mole we were looking for. I'll call Eshank to let him know. This Khurrana is crossing lines. He needs to die."

Avyan nodded, and Arjun contacted Eshank.

I stood there looking at the door, checking if she would return again. Miss Musibat ka kya bharosa abb gayi hai do minute mein phir vapas aa jaye. After waiting for a few minutes, I finally relaxed as she didn't come back. Then I turned the knob of the bedroom and went inside. I changed my clothes and came out of the bedroom. I went towards my desk and sat on the chair. I started working again.

(Miss Trouble has just left; who knows she might be back in 2 minutes.)

I've sent Advik with her. Advik will protect her and my mom. Advik is a great friend and my personal bodyguard. He works in the security business. He has his own security agency and is an expert in hand-to-hand fighting, as well as a lover of weapons. I don't want my excellent PA to get in trouble since she is a trouble magnet, drawing problems to herself.

After a few minutes, my phone rang, and it was my best friend, Arjun. I answered the phone, but what I heard made my blood boil. "Eshank fucking Khurrana's assailants attacked us during the weapons deal. But we dealt with them. Neither of them survived, but we do have some critical information.

"What is it?" I inquired, my wrath barely contained.

"We obtained the name Dheeraj Kumar. He is the mole we have been looking for in our company." Arjun said in a calm yet annoyed tone.

"I will make him suffer hell before he dies. He will always remember Eshank Raisinghania." I remarked in a low voice, my face darkening with boiling rage. I hang up the call.

My mind raced as soon as I hung off the phone with Arjun and Avyan. Khurana had made his move, but there was something more going on-something more deadly than this attack. I tapped the desk with my fingers, reflecting on what Avyan had said.

"Kumar." The name stuck out like a sore thumb. We had been looking for that mole, and he now felt like a ticking time bomb within my own organization. I used the intercom.

"Rivan, I need you at my office. Now."

A few seconds later, Rivan, my competent but tight-lipped secretary, strolled in, iPad in hand. His expression was always professional.

"Sir," he said, standing at attention.

"I need you to find out if anyone named Dheeraj Kumar is employed here at Black Crown Industries." My voice was sharp, and each word carried the weight of my suspicions.

Rivan clicked a few keys on his iPad, his brow furrowing slightly as he navigated the database. I kept a tight eye on his expression, hoping to confirm my suspicions. After a few moments, he shook his head.

"No, Sir. There is no record of Dheeraj Kumar working here."

I sank back in my chair, my jaw clenching. So, the rat was hiding behind a fake identity. That explains a lot. Khurana had put someone in my firm, and the jerk felt he could outwit me. Not a chance.

"Then he's using a false name," I explained, my tone low and chilly. "I want you to look into every single person we've employed in the past year. Start from the bottom and work your way up. I want backdrops, references, and everything. If anybody smells even slightly suspect, flag them." And Rivan-" I leaned forward and locked eyes with him. "Remain discrete. We have a mole, and I don't want them to know we're on them."

Rivan offered a little nod. "Understood, sir."

"Good. Now, go."

After Rivan left the office, I sat back in my chair, peering out the window at the city rolling out under me. This was a game of chess, and I didn't lose. I never lost.

As I was set to light a cigarette, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen. Mom. I scowled slightly-it wasn't like her to call me during business hours unless it was urgent.

I answered, my voice softening. "Yes, Ma?"

"How was your day, beta?" She said cheerfully, but I sensed something behind her words.

"It's fine," I responded, reclining back in my chair. "How was your shopping? Have you finished already?"

There was a little gap before she spoke again, her voice soft yet anxious. "It went well, but we needed to cut it short. We were going to continue with another round, but Avleen didn't seem good. Her face was pale, and she seemed drained."

Avleen. Of course. I rolled my eyes inward. I sent this girl shopping as punishment, yet she was still attracted to chaos. "Is she alright?" I questioned but maintained a neutral tone so as not to look overly worried.

"I wasn't sure, so I asked Advik to drop her home," my mother explained, her voice tinged with maternal concern. "She didn't complain, but I could tell something was wrong."

I pressed my lips together. Avleen was not one to confess when anything went wrong. She'd undoubtedly been racing about all day, attempting to impress my mother while being her regular clumsy, chatty self. I exhaled. "I'll have someone check in on her."

"Good," Mom said, relieved. "She's a sweet girl, you know. Very different from that, Shweta."

I tensed at the mention of Shweta, my so-called fiancée, with whom I was obliged to get into an arrangement for political and business reasons. The less I think about her, the better.

"I'm not interested in talking about Shweta right now, Ma," I murmured, rubbing my temple.

"Alright, okay," she said, chuckling gently. "But you should know-Avleen had a lasting influence on me. Her excitement and vibrant personality are simply remarkable. Voh bohot sweet hai mujhe toh bohot pasand aayi. Tumhe warn kar rahi hoon agar tumne use danta toh-ghar nahi aane dungi tumhe. Use baar baar punish mat kiya karo. Smajhe beta."

(She is very sweet; I really liked her. I'm warning you; if you scold her, I won't let you come home. Don't keep punishing her repeatedly. Understand, my child.)

"Great," I mumbled, half-to myself. Exactly what I needed. My family is becoming close to the one individual who manages to drive me insane every day.

"Take care of her, Eshank," Mom said softly. "She works hard for you, even if you don't want to admit it."

"Yeah, I know," I grumbled, preparing to end the conversation.

"Good. Let's talk later, beta. Take care."

"Bye, Ma." I hung up and stared at the phone for a while longer.

Shaking my head, I stood up and approached the window. The metropolitan skyline stretched out before me, and the lights of Delhi twinkled in the distance.

I didn't like complications. And Avleen Kaur was turning into the biggest complication of them all.

I was pacing my office after hanging off the phone with my mother, frustration simmering under the surface. My thoughts kept going back to Avleen. Something was definitely wrong with her, and my mother wouldn't exaggerate. However, when I called Advik to check on her, he did not respond. Not once.

I called him again, and still nothing.

He didn't answer my phone call, but I knew where he was.

Without hesitation, I grabbed my jacket and exited my office, heading straight for the basement. Not the parking garage, but the other basement. The one nobody dared to enter unless they were summoned. The site where men lost their dignity, hope, and, in many cases, their lives.

I headed down the dimly lit halls, the sound of my shoes echoing off the concrete walls. I approached the heavily guarded door, and the men standing there nodded respectfully before welcoming me inside. The smell of fear and blood hung in the air, almost suffocating, but to me, it was familiar. This was my universe. A realm where pain was currency and fear was power.

As I entered the room, I noticed Advik, his sleeves rolled up and his face set in grim determination. In front of him, a man was chained to a chair, half-conscious, his face swollen and bloodied. A bucket of water mixed with chili powder was nearby, and Advik was holding a spoon filled with a thick, red sauce. The kind of sauce that makes a man want to die with just one taste.

"You made my sister cry," Advik growled, his voice dead quiet. He jammed the spoon into the man's mouth, forcing him to consume the spicy sauce. The man coughed and gagged, tears running down his cheeks as he battled to breathe.

"You touched her in the wrong way." Advik's knuckles grew white as he grabbed the man's hair and yanked his head back. "Because of you, she ate those super-chili noodles to mask her feeling of discomfort. What have you said to her? What will she charge for an hour? Fucker."

I froze at his words, my mind racing. Sister? Advik did not have a sister. At least, none that I knew about. So, who the hell was he talking about?

I signaled for one of the guards stationed near the door to come forward. "Who's he talking about?" I inquired, my voice cool yet intrigued.

The guard shuffled anxiously, apparently unwilling to be the one to answer. But, under my scrutiny, he cracked. "Sir, this man... he misbehaved with your PA, Miss Avleen, at the mall earlier today. Boss-Advik, I mean, he treated her like his younger sister."

I felt something dark and violent stirring within me, my rage seething beneath the surface. The thought of someone making Avleen uncomfortable, or worse, daring to touch her inappropriately, sparked a wrath within me that I couldn't describe.

She was definitely a pain in my ass. Clumsy, noisy, and constantly testing my patience. But what if someone made her feel scared or violated? No. That was intolerable.

I leaned against the wall, folded my arms, and watched Advik continue his job. Torture was a slow, malicious methodology, and Advik mastered it. But what struck me was how emotional he was this time. He wasn't doing this under my orders. He was acting out of some sense of personal vengeance. For Avleen.

Advik lifted up the bucket of chili powder and water and slowly poured it over the man's wounds. The man shouted as his body convulsed in pain.

"You're going to die here," Advik hissed, his eyes wild. "But before that, you're going to wish you'd never even looked in her direction."

I smirked as the scene unfolded. The man's shouts were like background noise for me. There was no room for mercy or forgiveness in my universe. Pain for pain. fear for fear. This was the only rule.

Advik picked a bottle of the spiciest sauce we had-an imported concoction from some godforsaken region where they knew how to turn hell into liquid. He forced the man's mouth open again and poured the liquid down his throat.

The man's body convulsed violently, gagging and writhing, and his skin turned red from the heat of the spice. Tears flowed down his cheeks, but his shouts were muffled by the choking fit that followed.

I took a step forward and made my presence known. "Make sure he doesn't leave this place alive," I warned, my voice low but brutal.

Advik turned to me, his eyes still brimming with rage but nodding in agreement. "Understood."

As I watched the man struggle, I could feel a sense of satisfaction curling up in my chest. He deserved every single bit of it. I didn't care about how cruel it was; he needed to understand what happens when you cross the wrong people.

I moved over to my throne chair, where I always sat to observe without getting my hands dirty, and leaned back, watching the commotion unfold. This was my universe. A world without mercy, where every wrong was met with punishment. And right now, I was enjoying it.

The man was whimpering now, his voice barely above a whisper as the pain overtook him. I smirked.

"This is what happens," I murmured quietly, my voice dark with satisfaction, "when you think you can disrespect someone under my protection."

Sitting in my throne chair as I watched the scenario unfold before me, the man's low, sad whimpers resonating down the dark, damp basement. His body was soaked in sweat, blood, and tears, and his spirit was broken but not completely extinguished.

Advik stood next to him, fury still seething behind his eyes, ready to inflict even more torture at the slightest order. I could sense the tightness in his body, the impulse to keep tormenting this man for daring to disrespect Avleen-his "sister" now, apparently. And I wasn't finished with him either.

I sat back, the leather of the chair creaking quietly, and a vicious smile formed on my lips.

"Let's break his hands," I replied, my tone calm and almost bored, as if I were suggesting something effortless. "The ones he used to touch her in the wrong way."

Advik's face broke into a chilly grin as he nodded eagerly. "With pleasure," he murmured in a low growl.

He crouched in front of the man, grabbing his hair and forcing his head up. The man blinked through swollen eyes, shivering as he met Advik's cold look.

"Which hand?" Advik inquired, his tone nearly casual but tinged with menace. "Which hand did you use to touch her?"

The man did not respond at first, too devastated to speak. His lips quivered, and he seemed on the edge of fainting out from pain and terror. But Advik had never been a patient man.

With a swift movement, he pulled out a knife from his boot and gripped the man's hand, banging it into the crate beside him. "I asked you a question," Advik growled, raising the knife to the man's nails. Without waiting for an answer, he methodically and maliciously began prying off the first nail.

The man yelled, his back arching in pain as the first nail was ripped off his finger.

I tilted my head slightly, enjoying the performance, and my fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest.

Advik pulled off another nail. The guy yelled again, louder this time, his voice ragged, and panicked.

"Both!" he finally screamed out, choking through his tears. "I used both hands!"

Advik's eyes shone with satisfaction, and he dropped the knife in exchange for something even more devastating-a hammer.

He raised it high and, without hesitation, slammed it into the man's right arm. The sound of bones snapping filled the room, followed by another horrifying cry. The man's hand hung at an unnatural angle, twisted and broken beyond repair.

Advik did not pause. He turned to his left arm and smashed it with the same force, the hammer striking bone with a horrible thud. The man's cries became weaker, and his body trembled as shock set in.

I remained unmoved in my throne, my gaze fixed on the broken form in front of me. There was something satisfying about it. Knowing that pain was the only way to teach men like him a lesson. They understood nothing else.

But we weren't finished yet.

I straightened slightly, leaning forward just enough so the man could see me properly. His eyes flickered toward me, filled with pure horror, and I felt that dark satisfaction rise inside me again.

"What else did you do?" I asked, my voice low and deadly calm. "Don't lie. "You will not survive if you lie." Though I know he wasn't going to survive, as in my world this crime has only one punishment: a brutal death.

The man's breath hitched, his eyes wide with dread. He hesitated, but I could see the truth seething beneath the surface, eager to pour out. He realized there was no way out, no chance for mercy.

"I... " I leaned my face closer to her," he finally said, his voice cracking. "Too close."

Advik's jaw tightened, and without waiting for my approval, he swung the hammer again, this time directly at the man's face. The collision cracked his jaw with a horrible crunch, silencing his shouts and leaving him drooling and whimpering. Blood poured from his mouth, and his face twisted in agony, but he said nothing more.

"Good," I mumbled under my breath, my gaze steely as I stared at the wounded guy in front of me. "Now he can't whisper filth to anyone else."

Advik stepped back, but he wasn't done. His gaze shifted to me, expecting the final order.

I lifted an eyebrow, letting an evil smirk pass across my lips. "Break his legs, too," I murmured softly. "He shouldn't be able to crawl, let alone walk, after this."

Advik smirked and swung the hammer again, crushing both legs in a snap. The man's body trembled vigorously with each strike, his muffled cries barely audible through his broken mouth. By the time Advik finished, the man was nothing more than a pile of shattered bones and blood.

I sat back in my chair, satisfied.

The man was not going to make it through the night, but even if he did, he would never forget the agony we had caused. He would never forget who he had crossed. And, most importantly, he would never forget the woman whose dignity he had dared to violate.

I leaned back in my throne-like chair, watching the man before me. His body was limp, damaged in every way, with bones and blood spread across the floor. His whimpering had long faded into faint gasps, but his eyes still showed a desperate gleam of life.

Advik waited nearby, hammer still in hand, waiting for my next order. He was stiff, ready to give more pain-just as eager as I was to see it happen. The little piece of filth had touched Avleen and made her uncomfortable. The thought alone caused my blood to boil. And despite everything we had done to him till now, I felt something was still missing.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, staring at the mess of a guy spread out before me.

"Let's finish him," I murmured, my tone calm and detached. "Choke him... with those spicy noodles."

Advik's eyes glittered with satisfaction, and a wicked smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. He didn't need more explanation. The spicy noodles. The ones that had sent Avleen to hide her pain, trying to cover the discomfort caused by this bastard's lecherous remarks. Fitting, poetic even.

Advik headed quickly to retrieve a fresh container of noodles from a nearby table. They were still hot, with steam coming from the box and a strong smell of spice in the air. The identical noodles Avleen had eaten to conceal her pain, but this time they would be exactly the thing that finished this man's miserable existence.

Advik crouched in front of him and grabbed a fistful of noodles. The man was barely alive, but when Advik placed the noodles close to his face, a flash of panic appeared in his swollen, bloodshot eyes.

"No...no, please..." he said, his shattered jaw making his words difficult to understand. He tried to back away, but he was too weak and too far gone to resist.

"Shut up," Advik grumbled, shoving the noodles into his mouth. The man squirmed, but it was pointless. Advik's hold was solid, his hand unwavering as he shoved the noodles down the man's throat.

The man's body trembled, gagging as the noodles hit the back of his throat, the overwhelming spiciness burning his tongue and blistering through his already damaged body. His breaths turned into chokes, and I could see his eyes widen in fear as he battled to breathe.

Advik shoved more noodles into his lips before forcing them down his throat, his face twisted in wrath. "This is exactly what you deserve," Advik hissed. "You think you can talk to women like that? You think you can touch anyone like that?"

The man tried to gag, to spit out the food, but Advik was faster and more persistent. "Swallow it," Advik said, his voice low and menacing.

I watched from my chair, leaning back and crossing my arms as the scene unfolded in front of me. There was a chilly thrill in witnessing him gasp, realizing that this was how his miserable existence was going to end.

He clutched at his throat, his face going crimson and then purple, veins protruding as he battled to breathe. Tears flowed down his cheeks, mixing with the blood that already covered him. His body trembled and spasmed as the spicy noodles slid further, shutting off his air flow completely.

Advik kept shoving them into his mouth piece by piece until there was no more resistance. The man's eyes rolled back in his head, and his movements slowed until he was nothing more than a lifeless heap on the floor, choking as his last breath slipped away.

"Good work," I remarked, my voice soft and full of satisfaction. I looked down at the man's motionless body, a sneer tugging at my lips.

Advik stood next to me, wiping his hands with a rag. "That's what happens when you mess with family."

Family. I raised an eyebrow at it. Avleen... family? I never thought of her that way. But seeing the man dead at our feet, knowing what he had done, knowing why Advik had taken it so personally... Perhaps I didn't dislike the idea as much as I imagined.

"Make sure he disappears," I murmured, my voice chilly once more. "No trace."

Advik nodded, already in motion. He knew the drill, so I didn't have to stay and supervise. The job was finished. The debt has been settled.

I turned and headed to the exit, the heavy door creaking as I pulled it open. The cellar smelt like blood, spice, and death, but I departed with a smirk on my lips.

In my realm, mercy did not exist. As I walked out, I couldn't help but think of Avleen. Would she be, okay? I felt a new type of satisfaction after witnessing that fucker being tortured to death. If she does not show up at the office tomorrow, I shall go meet her myself. It is very understandable if she did not show up. She must be afraid after that. I will have someone who will safeguard her without her knowing. She didn't need to know that I was protecting her.

Now let's look for that bloody mole. He dared to step into my realm without my consent. He only has one punishment: death. Because in my universe, people are able to enter and leave with my consent. Only I can decide who lives and who dies. He betrayed me, and I am going to bury him alive...

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