The underworld was collapsing.
Cartels were burning.
Crime syndicates were turning against each other.
The most powerful criminals in history were afraid to sleep.
MRD wasn't just winning the war. He was rewriting the entire system.
But one man still believed he was untouchable.
Dubai – A city of wealth, luxury, and secrets.
At the top sat Salem Al-Nasir—the billionaire crime lord who controlled human trafficking, arms deals, and the political elite.
Unlike the others, he didn't run.
He didn't hide.
Because he thought he was bigger than MRD.
Salem: "Let the dog hunt. He doesn't realize… I own the leash."
What he didn't understand… was that MRD didn't belong to anyone.
He was coming.
MRD didn't attack immediately.
Instead, he reminded Salem who truly ruled the world.
One by one, Salem's political connections disappeared.
Bank accounts froze. His money vanished. His business partners refused his calls.
Salem woke up one morning… and his empire was already crumbling.
Then he got the call.
MRD: "You spent your life playing king. Now, I'm here to show you what a real ruler looks like."
The line went dead.
And then… the nightmare began.
Midnight. Dubai's most secure skyscraper.
Salem sat in his luxury penthouse, surrounded by bodyguards.
He had hired the best mercenaries money could buy.
Snipers on rooftops. Helicopters scanning the skies. Armored convoys waiting below.
He thought he was safe.
But safety is an illusion.
Then… the lights went out.
Salem's bodyguards shouted. "We've lost power!"
Radio static. No response.
Then the first sniper went silent. Then the second. Then the third.
One by one, they disappeared into the night.
Then the alarms blared. But there was no attack. No explosion. Just… silence.
And then, in the darkness, MRD spoke.
MRD: "You built an empire on fear. Tonight, you finally understand what it feels like."
Salem screamed for his guards. But none of them answered.
Because they were already gone.
MRD didn't attack. He erased.
The doors to the penthouse opened. Salem sat frozen. And standing in front of him… was MRD.
No weapons. No army. Just him.
MRD: "Are you ready to meet your real king?"
Salem reached for his gun. But before he could pull the trigger—
MRD was already behind him.
A single hit. A crack of bones. Salem collapsed, gasping for breath.
MRD knelt beside him. "You never ruled anything. You were just another man who thought money made him powerful."
Salem coughed, blood spilling from his lips. "Please… I can—"
MRD: "You can… nothing."
Morning. The world wakes up to an impossible headline.
Salem Al-Nasir… is gone.
No body. No message. Just… missing.
The Butcher of Dubai had been erased.
The world leaders, the criminals, the billionaires—they all understood.
MRD wasn't just hunting the underworld.
He was hunting those who thought they controlled the world.
For the first time, governments panicked.
Because if MRD could erase Salem Al-Nasir…
Then no one was safe.
MRD landed back on the hidden island.
His brothers, Sophia, and Baba were waiting.
Rayyan: "That was different."
Malik: "You didn't leave a body. You didn't leave a message. You just… took him."
MRD smirked. "Let them wonder."
Sophia watched him closely. "This isn't just a hunt anymore, is it?"
MRD: "No. It's a war."
Baba sighed. "And wars don't end with just one man."
MRD's eyes flickered. "Then let's make sure I'm the only man left standing."
One more erased. The world now understands. MRD doesn't just kill. He decides who gets to exist.