Zaqqy’s voice was thick with resentment. His fists were clenched tightly. He immediately entered the compound, the gate of which, as luck would have it, was unlocked. He spotted a black Kijang parked there.​“Why just one? Where’s the other one?” Zaqqy muttered in surprise.Meanwhile, on the second floor, Rinto, Dito, Anto, and Andri, realising Zaqqy had arrived, immediately switched off the lights around the headquarters. From behind the glass window, they watched Zaqqy continue to walk forward even as total darkness began to envelop the front area.“He’ll be coming in soon. Come on, let’s hide immediately! As for his parents, you’ve already tied their hands, haven’t you?” whispered Rinto sharply.​“We have, Sir!” the three of them replied in unison.​They immediately took up their respective positions. Anto and Andri were ready with a trap near the second-floor staircase, whilst Rinto was ready with his firearm. Dito was on standby with a sharp weapon.They had planned this trap pe

Zaqqy stared coldly at Dito, who was already trembling violently. Swallowing hard, Dito gripped his blade tightly, watching as Zaqqy continued to advance fearlessly.​“You think I’m scared of you, you bastard!” shouted Dito.He immediately attacked, but Zaqqy parried the blow with ease. Clang! The dagger that struck Zaqqy’s skin bounced off as though it had just hit a sheet of iron. Dito’s eyes widened in horror.“Surprised again?” asked Zaqqy coldly.​He gripped Dito’s neck with one hand. That extraordinary strength lifted Dito’s body until his feet dangled far from the floor. Zaqqy then slammed him hard onto the floor. Dito screamed in pain and tried to back away, his face deathly pale.​“You brought Rahayu, didn’t you? Where is she?! Why isn’t she here?!” Zaqqy barked.​“You don’t need to know!” Dito retorted defiantly.​Zaqqy let out a short breath. He lunged again, gripping Dito’s neck, and slammed the man’s body against the stairs. Dito screamed loudly once more.​“You won’t

Zaqqy let out a loud shout. His eyes fixed intently on Malik, Puji and Aman, who jumped in surprise at his sudden arrival. Thud! Thud! Without a moment’s hesitation, Zaqqy planted his foot and unleashed a flurry of kicks at the three of them, who were completely caught off guard.​Thud! Thud! Thud! All three crashed to the floor, groaning in pain from the impact of Zaqqy’s steel-hard kicks.​“Bastard!” shouted Malik as he tried to get up.​Zaqqy wouldn’t let him. He stepped forward quickly, grabbed Malik by the collar, and hurled him so hard that the man’s body smashed into the wooden table, shattering it into pieces.Puji and Aman immediately stood up. They exchanged glances and simultaneously drew their weapons. Malik did the same, pulling the iron chain wrapped around his waist.“You insolent bastard! Who do you think you are?! Do you think you’re some kind of hero, huh?!” Malik challenged.He immediately lashed the chain towards Zaqqy, but Zaqqy calmly caught it with his bare

Darwin stared down at the tarmac below with wide eyes. The height of the café’s fourth floor suddenly felt like a gaping chasm of death. His mind was in turmoil; the pain in his groin clashed with a fear that paralysed his reason. Behind him, Zaqqy stood frozen, like a cold, expressionless angel of death.“Please, Zaqqy… don’t kill me,” Darwin whimpered, his voice hoarse, almost gone.Zaqqy did not reply. He merely stared at Darwin with a gaze that seemed to pierce his tainted soul. A suffocating silence hung in the air. Only the howling of the night wind could be heard, playing with the hem of Rahayu’s coat downstairs, and Darwin’s underwear up here.Suddenly, a madness flashed in Darwin’s eyes. His fear turned into aggressive desperation. He realised Zaqqy would not let him go. With the last of his strength, Darwin tried to lunge at Zaqqy, intending to push the young man down with him.“Die, you bastard!” Darwin shouted.​However, Zaqqy was prepared. As Darwin charged, Zaqqy simply

replied Zaqqy, hanging up the phone.Mr RT smiled slightly, feeling relieved. Inside the rented house, the residents remained by Mr Imron, Mrs Sri and Rahayu’s side.One of the tenants made some hot tea to soothe their frayed nerves. Mr Imron was laid down on a small mattress and carefully tucked in.The residents didn’t ask many questions; they realised just how traumatic the ordeal their neighbours had just gone through was. All they knew was that Zaqqy was the boy who had recklessly chased after the kidnappers’ car, even though he hadn’t caught up with them, and that his parents had returned alone until they were finally able to come back safely.Meanwhile, Zaqqy smiled faintly behind the wheel.​“Alhamdulillah, they believe me. At least this alibi is solid. The neighbours just need to know I was busy searching for them all night,” Zaqqy muttered.​Not long after, he arrived back at the old headquarters. Zaqqy didn’t drive the Kijang car inside, but parked it quite a distance from