đź“– Episode 2
Zayen exited Waqar's room with a quiet intensity.
Waqas and Talal, his close allies, exchanged a brief glance. They could instantly tell—someone's fate was about to take a dark turn. As Zayen passed by them without a word, both of them silently fell into step behind him.
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All of them were dressed in black suits. Each man carried a sniper rifle—except Zayen Iskendar.
In that black suit, Zayen looked devastatingly handsome, as if he was a storm wearing human skin. His face bore an expression so serious, it seemed as if someone had committed an unforgivable sin—and he had risen to deliver judgment.
Outside Waqar's mansion—which was no less than a palace—Zayen stepped into the night. The mansion itself was grand, with white marble floors and walls, towering glass windows that offered a full view of the lush green grounds outside—where multicolored roses bloomed, and soft grass stretched like a green velvet sheet soothing to the eyes.
In front of the mansion were ten shiny, pitch-black luxury cars. Four men in black suits and dark glasses stood beside each vehicle—except Zayen's. His car stood alone.
As he approached it, Waqas quickly opened the door. Zayen got in, seated alone in the back seat. Talal took the driver's seat, and Waqas sat in the passenger seat beside him.
Zayen's face remained grave. In his deep, low voice, he simply said:
"Follow the Red Gang."
A strange flicker of satisfaction crossed the faces of Waqas and Talal.
Black Shadow—Zayen's gang—was now in motion.
The cars began moving in a tight convoy, with Zayen's vehicle in the lead. The golden rays of the sun gleamed on the black metal of the moving line of cars. Zayen always led the charge himself—he never shared his plans beforehand, not even with his closest friends.
And then—the convoy suddenly came to a halt.
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Scene Shift: Red Gang Hideout
Zayen Iskendar stepped out of his car, expression unreadable, and walked swiftly toward an old, abandoned factory—the known hideout of the Red Gang.
The factory seemed desolate from the outside, but inside, it was a nest of danger.
Zayen's most trusted men followed him like shadows.
As they approached the entrance, Talal, walking close to him, handed Zayen a pistol. Zayen calmly slid it behind his belt—no expression on his face. Not fear, not anger—just icy silence.
He hadn't come to talk. And he knew words wouldn't work here.
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Inside, the air was hazy. Dim lights flickered in a large hall. At the far end sat a man at a raised desk—the leader of the Red Gang. His back was to Zayen, and he was talking on the phone.
The moment he spotted Zayen approaching, he ended the call and smirked sarcastically.
"Oh... look who decided to show up. Do you really think you can scare me with your little rats?"
Zayen kept walking—calm, unbothered. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and said in his cold voice:
"Even rats are better than your dogs."
The smirk faded from the leader's face for a brief moment.
"If you came here to recruit me into your Shadow Gang, forget it," he said defiantly.
Zayen's gaze didn't waver.
"I haven't said anything about that yet. And when I do something, I do it on my terms. I don't ask for permission."
The leader's voice sharpened.
"Then what the hell are you here for?"
Zayen's tone grew bitter:
"To free those innocent children you've been abusing. I've heard how you use orphans in your smuggling networks... and that some young girls are under your control too."
He stood slowly.
"This is your final chance. Disband your gang, hand over all the orphanages to me, and shut down your filthy business... or else—"
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The Red Gang leader laughed, shaking his head:
"You think you'll bark an order, and I'll obey? You've got it all wrong."
Zayen's eyes narrowed, his voice colder than ever:
"I'm still being polite. Don't mistake it for weakness."
The leader leaned forward, his voice rising in anger:
"And I'm politely telling you... walk away. Now."
Zayen stood up calmly, adjusted his coat, took a deep breath and said:
"Lower your voice. I don't like the way it sounds."
The leader slammed his hand on the table, grabbed a gun, and pointed it at Zayen.
"Leave. Before I lose my patience."
Zayen didn't hesitate.
In a swift motion, he pulled out his gun—and fired.
A single bullet tore through the leader's forehead.
The echo of the gunshot thundered through the hall.
The man collapsed instantly—lifeless, eyes wide in shock.
Zayen stepped forward, his eyes locked onto the body, and in an icy voice, he said:
"Because I've already lost mine."
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