The underworld had finally stopped laughing.
Diego Salazar—the King of Drug Trafficking—left hanging as a message.
Ivan Petrov—the Warlord of the East—humiliated in front of his empire.
Khalid Al-Rashid—the Ghost King of the Underworld—his Dark Market burned to the ground.
Each powerful figure had fallen, and now, for the first time, the criminal elite were afraid.
Some shut down operations, trying to disappear.
Others doubled their security, waiting for MRD's inevitable arrival.
But none of them knew… when or where he would strike next.
MRD wasn't just killing them.
He was making them paranoid.
And paranoia… was a weapon.
Back on the hidden island, Mirshad sat in the war room, scanning the global map.
Sirius flickered, marking crime networks in red.
Sirius: "The panic is spreading. Most operations have slowed down. Others have gone into hiding."
Baba: "They think if they disappear, you won't find them."
Mirshad smirked. "They forget. I see everything."
Rayyan: "So what's the plan? Do we let them run?"
Mirshad: "For now, yes."
Sophia: "You're giving them time to breathe?"
Mirshad: "No. I'm letting their fear build. When people are afraid, they make mistakes."
Malik: "And when they make mistakes…?"
Mirshad: "We strike."
Sirius zoomed in on a blinking red dot. A new target had been revealed.
Mirshad's eyes flickered. "It's time to hunt again."
Location: Hong Kong – The Underground Empire
Operation: High-stakes gambling, cyber-crime, human trafficking, assassinations.
Leader: Wei Long – The Red Dragon, one of the most feared Triad bosses.
Sirius: "Wei Long controls an entire network of underground crime. He doesn't operate from the shadows—he thrives in the public eye. Untouchable. Or so he thinks."
Jabir: "This guy isn't running. He's daring us to come."
Malik: "Then we make sure he regrets that."
Mirshad: "No direct assault. This time… we make him disappear."
The plan was different.
Wei Long wanted attention. So MRD would take everything from him… without leaving a trace.
Hong Kong – The Blood Hand Triad's casino fortress.
Inside, millions of dollars flowed every night. Criminals, billionaires, and corrupt officials gambled in luxury, while deals were made in the shadows.
Wei Long sat on his throne, overlooking the casino floor, confident. Arrogant. Untouchable.
But then… it started.
First, the power flickered. Then, the security cameras failed.
The guards moved into high alert—but they didn't realize… MRD was already inside.
One by one, high-ranking Triad members disappeared.
The casino was full, but no one saw anything. No bodies. No blood. Just… silence.
Wei Long's men started whispering. "Something's wrong."
Then, the fear spread.
Security forces scrambled, but every time they searched for a missing man… another one vanished.
Guards abandoned their posts, terror setting in.
By the time Wei Long realized what was happening, his empire was already crumbling.
He ran for his secret escape route. But when he reached the exit… MRD was waiting.
Wei Long froze. His entire body trembling.
MRD: "You like to play games, don't you?"
Wei Long: "Wait, please—"
MRD grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.
MRD whispered: "Your game is over."
Morning. The Blood Hand Triad was in chaos.
Wei Long was gone.
No one knew where he was.
No body. No message. Nothing.
For the first time, the criminal world didn't just fear MRD's strength.
They feared his silence.
Before, he had left bodies. He had left messages.
This time, he left… nothing.
And that… was worse.
MRD returned to the hidden island, stepping off his jet.
His brothers stood waiting.
Rayyan: "It's done?"
Mirshad: "He's gone."
Malik: "Did you kill him?"
Mirshad smirked. "Does it matter?"
Jabir: "Damn… that's even scarier."
Sophia watched him carefully. "This is different. You didn't just break him. You erased him."
Mirshad: "Fear isn't just about what they see. It's about what they don't."
Baba nodded. "The storm is coming, son."
Mirshad's eyes flickered. "Let them drown in it."
One more gone. The hunt continues.