Inside the house, the atmosphere felt heavy. Thom paced back and forth in the living room. His face was no longer flat—there was something that rarely appeared there. Anger. And behind that anger, there was a disappointment deeper than the ocean. Jasmine stood in the corner of the room, watching anxiously. She had never seen Thom like this. Even on the night of the kidnapping back then, even when he almost lost Shenina forever—Thom remained calm. Controlled. But tonight, after seeing what Rachel had done in Shenina's room, something inside Thom cracked. It was because his daughter had been insulted by her own mother, which was why Thom was so furious. He took out his phone. Dialed Red Dragon's number. "Yeah, King?" Red Dragon's voice came through clearly on the other end. "Arrange for a house cleaning service," Thom said, his voice tense but still controlled. "Throw away everything in Shenina's room. Bed. Bedsheets. Closet. Toys. Everything." Red Dragon was silent for a

Team B arrived at the red point shown on the screen after an exhausting journey that lasted for hours. The terrain was harsh, with no roads—only dense forest and steep cliffs they had to navigate carefully. General Anakin led from the front, a machete in his right hand, a map in his left. His military uniform was soaked with sweat and torn in several places from the forest thorns. “We’ve arrived,” he said, stopping at a clearing—a patch of empty land in the middle of the forest that held nothing. No helicopter. No hangar. No signs of life. Only trees. Only earth. Only the dark, starless night sky. Anakin frowned. He lifted his communication device, pressing the button. “King, this is General Anakin. Team B has reached the coordinates.” Thom’s voice came through clearly despite the static. “What do you see?” “Nothing, King. Empty forest. No helicopter. No enemies. I think we—” Before he could finish speaking, the rustling of leaves cut him off. From behind the trees surroun

A few hours later, Red Dragon and the generals had returned to District War. Their faces were still fresh after enjoying the spa in Bahelon, but that freshness immediately turned into shock the moment they entered the main hangar. Helicopter 99-NK-HU9 was already there. Intact. Real. Secured.And beside it stood Thom with his arms crossed over his chest. Jazil and Saudi were behind him, faint smiles forming on their faces. Not a speck of dust on their clothes. No signs of battle.Red Dragon blinked. “King… how is this possible?”Thom gave a small smile. “Congratulations! You all survived the mission of having fun.”The generals and Red Dragon could only fall silent. They praised Thom in their hearts—awed by the King of War who had secretly carried out a brilliant mission to reclaim the helicopter, while Gustav Gon had already spent a great deal of money buying grenades, hiring snipers, and setting traps in Bahelon.In the military world, the tactics Thom used tonight are known by sev

In the underground room of Gustav Gon’s headquarters, the atmosphere shifted drastically. Gustav sat in his large chair, his face flushed red with suppressed anger. In front of him, Frank stood uneasily, his fingers trembling as he held his phone. “What did you say?” Gustav’s voice was low—but the tone within it was enough to make Frank step back. Frank swallowed hard. “Rachel… Rachel failed, Gustav. Thom didn’t divorce her.” Gustav clenched his fist. “I mean, he knew Rachel’s plan. He didn’t fall into the trap. Now Rachel has been fired from Lanster, her unlimited card has been taken, and—” “ENOUGH!” Gustav roared, slamming his fist onto the table. Frank fell silent immediately. His body trembled. “You said this would work,” Gustav hissed, his eyes narrowing at Frank. “You said Rachel could bait him. You said Lanster Company would fall into my hands. And now you’re telling me everything failed?” Frank couldn’t answer. His mouth opened, but no words came out. Before Gustav c

The tribal leader raised his hand. He began to speak in their language—a language unknown to the outside world, understood only by the people of this forest. His voice was deep, rhythmic, like an ancient chant passed down from generation to generation. His words flowed quickly, full of authority, punctuated by firm hand gestures toward the large hut in the center of the settlement. The tribespeople listened attentively. Some of them nodded. Some lowered their heads. No one dared to interrupt. When the leader finished speaking, the crowd moved in unison. They parted, stepping aside to the left and right, creating a path from the clearing where Thom stood toward the large hut in the distance. Two tribesmen ran into the hut. Moments later, they came back out. Behind them, General Anakin and ten of his men were escorted out. Their hands were still bound with rattan. Their faces were tired, their clothes dirty, but there were no serious injuries. The tribes had not tortured them.