I'm not gonna tell you anything," the man said to Vikram, defiantly.
Vikram locked eyes with him. "Why? Any special reason?"
"To protect the balls I came from," the man replied, dead serious.
"What the hell?" Vikram recoiled, disgusted. His face twitched involuntarily, and inside his head, Power began screaming: Break his mouth. Break his mouth. What kind of filthy way of talking is this?!
Vikram took a deep breath, maintaining his composure. He placed a hand on the man's shoulder—who was now sitting on the ground, bruised and beaten. "Did I hit your head too hard or something? Just tell me what happened at the dock."
The man inhaled deeply, closed his eyes for a second, and muttered, "Monika..."
He gulped. Vikram leaned in, curious. "Go on. What do you know?"
"Monika... she likes to eat her brothers."
Vikram stared at him blankly for a second—then started kicking him. "I don't care about people's messed-up personal business, you idiot!"
The man curled up, shielding himself. "Stop hitting me, you psycho! You're disgusting, not me! That's not what I meant!"
Vikram kept kicking. "Oh really? Then what the hell did you mean by 'eating'?"
The man responded with a deadpan face, "She likes to... gather her brothers straight from the source."
Vikram froze. He facepalmed hard, sat down cross-legged beside him, and sighed.
Power materialized beside them, her face twitching in frustration and anger. Cracking her knuckles, she growled, "Vikram, let me handle this idiot."
The man flinched. "Where did she come from?!"
Before he could react, he took the full wrath of Power.
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A few minutes later
His face now swollen and broken, the man knelt before Vikram. "I... I'll tell you everything."
Power rubbed under her nose with one finger, wearing a proud, smug smile. "See?" she beamed at Vikram, hands on her hips like a child waiting for praise. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Vikram sighed. "Fine, fine... Speak up."
He turned to the man. "Now tell me—what happened?"
The man swallowed hard and began. "My name's Mufasa. I worked with the Rokda Gang. Our main businesses were extortion, murder, kidnapping, smuggling, blackmail..."
Vikram interrupted, "At this point, what don't you people do? And how the hell is all this even allowed to run?"
Mufasa nodded solemnly. "I can't say much. I only did what I was ordered. Tonight, I was called in because something big was happening. A powerful gang was about to absorb us and our sub-branches. As a 'gift' to show their power..."
He glanced at Vikram, then nervously at Power.
"They gave us a container full of girls. All fresh stock."
Before he could say another word, Vikram stomped his face into the ground.
"They're not objects, you bastard! Don't say that again!"
Groaning in pain, Mufasa cried out, "Aghhh! Sorry! I mean... the girls... they were all young. Untouched. I heard they were raised in farms specifically for... this. Trained in intimacy from a young age to satisfy clients."
Power whispered, "Disgusting..." in disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"What's the name of this gang?" she asked coldly.
Mufasa looked up at her, trembling. "N.E. — the New Enforcement Gang. Entirely run like a high-level military unit but operates in the underworld. There's an old saying: if the N.E. joins a gang war, it stops being a war and becomes a one-sided military operation."
He continued, "Fisherman Anna knew what was happening. He had a long-standing rivalry with Rokda. He tried to assassinate him with five of his most trusted men. But on the way, they betrayed him. They captured him and took him straight to Rokda."
Flashback - Docks
Rokda and his men strung Fisherman Anna up on a crane, his hands bound by chains. Around them, gang members lounged in cars, some on container sipping alcohol and laughing.
benath anna a man with glass of alcohol standing He shouted hoarsely, "Look who we have here! Our very own Fisherman Bhai! But sorry, brother— i will only buy fish if your wife personally sold me in bed with demon"
Laughter echoed. Glasses clinked. Snacks crunched. The nightmare was just beginning.
Rokda looked at Fisherman Anna—who hung suspended from the crane—chains wrapped tight around his neck, dozens of thick silver ones, glinting under the dock lights. His bald head was marked with bhasm, three horizontal lines of sacred white ash smeared across his forehead. One eye was burst and damaged—clearly from a past fight. His olive-green shirt was soaked in oil and blood, clinging to his battered body. Droplets of blood dripped from his wounds, hitting the floor beneath him in slow, deliberate beats.
Rokda threw his glass aside with a loud shatter. His eyes locked onto the hanging man, and with a pointed finger, he growled:
"I told you—stay under me! But no, your damn ego was more precious, wasn't it? And look what happened because of that. Look at you now."
He turned toward his men, voice rising into a roar.
"None of you here were born to be feared. You're not born monsters—you become one by climbing up from the trash, cutting off hands that try to pull you down, and turning them into steps!"
"If any of you still think you've got friends in this business, if you think being a lone wolf is enough, you'll end up like him—just another Fisherman Anna."
He pointed again at the man dangling above the crowd.
"This guy here... they call him Fisherman—but in the real sea, it's just fantasy to bite off whales in one go. That's why I made the deal."
"To grow our Rokda Gang's influence, I joined hands with the N.E. Gang. Now we've got control—all over Maharashtra!"
He laughed—a twisted, menacing laugh.
The crowd erupted, cheering, yelling all kinds of madness:
"Now we're international, baby!"
"I'll beat the crap outta any cop who dares cross us!"
Rokda grinned at all the loudmouths.
"Yeah, you can. By the way, Fisherman—" he turned slowly to look at the man on the crane, smirk wide and cruel—
"—I killed your son."
That sentence hit like a bomb.
Fisherman Anna, half-conscious just moments ago, snapped fully awake. His face turned pale. Disbelief poured out of his mouth.
"W-what did you do to my...?"
Rokda leaned closer, whispering like a devil:
"Oh, he came running to save you—with every last one of your loyal dogs.
Thanks to the N.E. Gang, every single one of them was sent straight to the afterlife.
And sorry—not even corpses left. They took the bodies. Ripped out the organs before anyone could cry for them."
Vikram and Power both froze. Their throats clenched. A bitter chill swept down their spines.
"Can someone be this cruel?" Vikram muttered.
Power stared blankly, her voice low, bitter:
"What's the difference between humans and demons now? May as well legalize cannibalism."
Vikram turned toward Raghu.
"Then... what caused the destruction at the dock?"
Raghu didn't answer right away. He clutched his head suddenly, as if a nail was being driven into it. His body shook. His eyes widened in raw horror. He screamed. Loud. A pain beyond pain.
"Gaaaaaahhh!!"
Vikram moved in to stop him from collapsing.
"Oye! Snap out of it. I'm asking what happened after that! What scared you like this?"
Power watched silently, unsettled by the terror on his face.
"What the hell happened... that made this man so broken?"
Raghu countinued
Fisherman Anna screamed his lungs out in rage and grief.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhh!"
And then—without warning—the sky transformed.
Stars erupted across the heavens, covering every inch of the dark canvas. An abnormally large moon loomed above, casting a silver glow that felt otherworldly. The sight was a hundred times more majestic than anything anyone could ever dream of. Shooting stars sliced across the Milky Way, their brilliance sharpened as if the universe wanted to be seen. A swirling cloud of purple stardust danced across the sky, painting a spectacle so mesmerizing it silenced even the pain.
Vikram froze, his heart hammering in his chest. Raghu's words echoed in his mind like thunder.
"Hey—wait. That was…" he turned toward Power, eyes wide.
Power swallowed hard, the truth dawning on him. "He's talking about your awakening. The one that happened just a few hours ago. Since you're a King Mudra user… the whole world must've felt it."
The weight of it hit Power like a crashing wave.
And maybe—just maybe—at that exact same moment, the fisherman had awakened too.
Power turned sharply to Raghu, his voice firm. "Tell me. Did any kind of coin appear in front of him?"
Raghu blinked, confused. "Coin? No… not a coin. But a blade… a blade flew into the air. And with that blade—he cut through all the cranes. The ones that had those gang members standing underneath.