The heavy rain slammed violently against the asphalt, turning the roadside of Gem City into a black mirror that reflected the faint glow of streetlights. It accompanied the figure of Danny Wijaya as he twisted the throttle hard, making the engine of his Honda Repsol roar as it tore through the darkness of the night.“Slow down, Brother Danny. You’re going too fast!” Jay hugged his brother’s waist tighter, his body trembling, whether from the cold or fear, he could not tell. “The road is too slippery. We could get into an accident.”“We have to get home quickly.” Danny glanced back briefly, catching sight of his brother’s pale face. “I don’t want you to get sick. You still have a match tomorrow, don’t you?”Just as Jay was about to reply, the shadows of three motorcycle headlights appeared from the bend they had just passed. Their beams cut sharply through the darkness like blades. The engines roared loudly, deliberately menacing.“Brother Danny ....” Jay looked back, his chest tighten

Time no longer mattered. There was only pain, darkness, and the will to rise from the edge of death.When his hands were almost at the surface, wet soil and grass, his fingers nearly slipped, and his body almost slid back down.“No!” Jay shouted hoarsely, on the verge of tears, sadness mixed with anger. “I have to see Brother Danny!”“I have to see him!”“Brother Danny, you have to be okay!”But his body grew weaker, and despair began to creep into his heart.“Is this as far as my life goes?” Jay’s eyes slowly dimmed.Suddenly, the handle of an umbrella extended down from above, its tip bent into a hook.“Grab this!” someone shouted from the top of the cliff.Jay saw several figures above him, clearly trying to rescue him.“There are people?” His dull eyes widened instantly. “Who are they?”Seeing him hesitate, someone shouted again, “Hurry! Grab the umbrella, and we’ll pull you up!”Jay was startled once more, but his desire to live made him accept the stranger’s help. He would consi

This group was infamous for causing trouble in public places and was considered highly disturbing. Yet who could stop them?Even law enforcement officers were often treated like toys by them, let alone a small security team.GANG JAY’X had an intimidating appearance. They wore black synthetic leather jackets, dark sunglasses, torn black pants with strange stickers patched onto them, and long, messy hair that was unpleasant to look at.As they barged in, one of them whistled and casually patted a female waitress who was about to greet the guests.He was Kenzo, one of GANG JAY’X’s members.With an insolent grin, Kenzo said, “Hey, pretty. Hurry up and serve some wine or whatever the best drink you’ve got here!” His voice was loud and commanding.Wine? The waitress froze.“Y-Yes, sir!” she nodded with a pale face, briefly glancing at the uninvited guests who were heading straight for the far corner table.“Don’t forget to bring some hot, sexy girls to entertain all of us too. Okay?” Kenzo

Ali ordered several café employees to gather all the money Jay demanded. It doesn’t matter, he thought. Madam will take it back eventually anyway.Jay then spoke to his companions. “You wait and guard the outside. Remember, don’t let anyone break in and ruin my plan.”“What about these people, Boss?” Nayaka asked, pointing at the restrained café staff.Jay pointed toward a room. “Put them all in there and lock it from the outside.”“Yes, Boss!” Jay’s subordinates replied in unison.Swiftly, the six members of Jay’s crew seized all the café employees and locked them inside a single room.Not long after, stacks upon stacks of banknotes were neatly arranged before Jay, who now completely dominated the situation.If counted, the amount reached hundreds of millions of rupiah.Jay’s eyes gleamed as he stared at the orderly piles of cash, a sneer curling on his lips.“Look at this,” Jay said, touching the stacks and squeezing them with simmering rage.“This is money earned from my family’s b

Meanwhile, elsewhere Inside an old warehouse in the northern part of the city, the temporary headquarters of the JAY’X group was buzzing with activity. Computers were running with countless data windows open. Kenzo typed rapidly while chewing on instant noodles, while Nina, the only woman in the group, was busy cleaning weapons stored in a long case.A large-built young man named Gara was lifting crates of logistical supplies onto a metal rack in the corner of the room.Jay sat on a worn-out sofa, staring at a wall covered in strategic markings. At the center hung a photograph of a young man, the focus of his gaze.The person in the photo was Danny Wijaya, his older brother.Jay picked up a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and placed it between his attractive lips. Nina, Jay’s personal assistant, hurried over with a lighter.Jay let her light the cigarette for him. He rested both feet casually on the table.“So, Ken, did you get the information?” Jay asked after exhaling smoke.“Yes