Daniel stands at the top of his skyscraper, the entire city burning beneath him. His own men set the fires — his orders.
Every safehouse that could belong to the brothers? Burned.
Every warehouse, club, port, and mansion tied to their past allies? Leveled.
No more secrecy. No more whispers.
"If they want me, they come to my castle."
The king was no longer hiding.
Daniel's men stormed through the underworld, not asking questions, only leaving corpses.
Informants who once whispered to Malik — throats cut.
Dealers who once sold under Ameer's watch — hanging from bridges.
Even Rayyan's old military contacts — kidnapped in daylight, tortured until they confessed to crimes they didn't even commit.
Daniel's fear made him strong — but blind.
He wasn't hunting the brothers.
He was clearing the stage for their arrival.
Daniel stood in front of a camera — not hidden, not secret.
His face, his voice, his challenge broadcast across the criminal world.
"Faisal. Rayyan. Malik. Ameer. I know you're watching.
I gave you your moment — now it's my turn.
No more ghosts. No more shadows.
If you're men, you come to my table — you face me like kings face kings.
You want my blood? Come take it from my hands.
I'll be waiting.
If you don't come, I'll find you — and everyone who's ever stood beside you.
Your time is up."
He signs the message with his blood — slicing his palm with his own knife, pressing it against the screen.
"Come for me — if you dare."
In their hidden location, the brothers sit in silence, watching the broadcast.
Faisal watches every second, not blinking once.
Malik's fists twitch, ready to break bones.
Ameer's fingers hover over his keyboard — tracing every digital fingerprint Daniel left, every security feed, every weak point.
Rayyan leans back, a small smile playing at the edge of his mouth.
"He just signed his own death warrant."
Faisal stands.
"He thinks he's calling us to his castle. He doesn't know… the castle is already ours."
The brothers begin their final preparations.
Weapons polished.
Suits tailored.
Masks laid out — four faces, four symbols.
The world doesn't know it yet — but the final war has begun.
Daniel's last roar wasn't a threat.
It was an invitation to his own funeral.
And the brothers?
They weren't coming as guests.
They were coming as executioners.
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End of Chapter 39 — Daniel's Last Stand Begins