The battlefield erupted into chaos the moment both sides collided, the open field turning instantly into a storm of violence as the Iron Wolves and Crimson Syndicate clashed with brutal force under the dim glow of the moon, steel meeting steel, fists crashing into bodies, and gunfire tearing through the night air like thunder.At first, it looked like the Iron Wolves might actually hold.Even though they were outnumbered, they fought like men who had nothing left to lose but everything to protect, their movements sharper, more disciplined, each strike landing with precision as they broke through the first wave of Crimson Syndicate fighters, bodies dropping into the dirt as Victor moved through the battlefield like a storm, his presence alone shifting the momentum wherever he stepped.Beside him, Michael was no less terrifying.He moved with controlled brutality, intercepting attackers mid-charge, disarming one man before snapping his arm with a single twist, then driving him into the

Darius and Victor collided again in the middle of the battlefield, their fight dragging into something far more brutal than a simple exchange of strength as both men traded punches that echoed with bone-deep impact, neither willing to give even an inch, blood already streaking across their faces and arms as the chaos of war continued roaring around them. Victor suddenly grabbed Darius by the collar with raw force and drove him backward, slamming his head repeatedly against the side of the armored truck with a heavy, metallic bang that rattled the entire structure, each impact sending a shock through Darius’s body as Victor refused to let up, his expression hardened by rage and desperation. But Darius wasn’t finished. Even while pinned, he twisted sharply and drove a brutal elbow into Victor’s ribs, forcing him back just enough to break the pressure, then followed up with a sharp punch to Victor’s jaw that snapped his head to the side, staggering him briefly as both men separated

That same night refused to settle into silence, because even after the battlefield had gone cold and the clash between the Iron Wolves and the Crimson Syndicate had ended, the violence did not stop, it only changed shape, spreading quietly through South City like a shadow as Darius deployed his men in smaller squads, sending them into alleys, safe houses, abandoned buildings, and every known hideout tied to the Iron Wolves with one clear order—hunt them down and leave none alive.Screams echoed in distant corners of the city, gunshots rang out in the dark, and doors were kicked in as, one by one, the remnants of the Iron Wolves were erased.Far from the chaos, deep within the heavily guarded base of the Crimson Syndicate, Victor Crane sat restrained to a metal chair, his arms bound tightly behind him with reinforced cuffs. His injured arm was crudely wrapped, but blood continued to seep through the cloth, staining it darker with every passing minute. His head hung slightly forward, st

The night had barely begun to give way to dawn when a sleek private jet cut through the dark sky like a blade, descending toward South City with controlled precision as its engines hummed against the early morning silence, carrying with it a presence far more dangerous than anything the city had faced in years.Inside, Kade sat completely still, no expression, just silence. But beneath that silence was something else entirely.The call had been short but clear.Victor had been captured.The Iron Wolves had been broken.And South City was already moving to erase what remained.The moment the jet touched down, Kade didn’t waste a second. He stepped onto the dimly lit runway, the cold air brushing against him as his coat shifted slightly in the wind. A few elite Azure operatives stood at a distance, waiting silently for orders that never came.Because Kade had already decided.“Location,” he said calmly.Coordinates were given.A message was sent.And somewhere across the city, Michael r

Michael genuinely thought Kade had lost his mind.Ever since the destruction of the Iron Wolves, he had seen many reckless ideas, desperate plans born from fear and hopelessness, but this was beyond reckless. Going alone into the territory of the Crimson Syndicate was suicide. That wasn’t a faction someone simply walked into and survived, especially after everything that had happened. They would be expecting retaliation by now, their guards heightened, their men armed and alert.Yet Kade stood there calmly as if none of it mattered.Michael finally couldn’t hold it anymore.“This is a bad plan,” he said seriously as he stared at Kade. “You can’t just walk into their camp alone. That’s not bravery, that’s suicide.”Kade remained leaning against the wall with his usual calm expression, his hands inside his pockets as if they weren’t discussing a battle against one of the most dangerous organizations in South City.“Don’t worry,” he replied simply. “I know what I’m doing.”Michael frowne