When it was evening, Mace entered the All-Star Clubhouse. This was one of his many secret businesses.
He got down and walked inside without anyone stopping him, passing through his VIP spots. They walked into the club.
Different lights were flashing around. The sound of music was loud, and people were dancing, drinking, and laughing at the party.
Andrian only looked around as he walked. He wasn't here to party—he was here for something else.
Mace was slightly ahead of him, acting like a bodyguard. They crossed the crowd and walked upward to the VIP room.
Mace quickly opened the door and entered. Then he moved to a wall with some codes.
The wall opened, leading to a hidden passage. Two men in black suits quickly straightened their stance and bowed.
"Boss, welcome."
At the lift's hiccup, Andrian gave a slight nod and kept walking. He entered his private chambers.
It had been a while since he had been there, but everything was still in place. He quickly moved to his steel safe beside the desk, entered the password, and the safe glowed green before opening.
Inside, another man stretched out his hand and took out a silver handgun—specially designed with Andrian's signature on it. He armed it, brushing the surface as if remembering something.
"Everyone is ready," Mace said.
Andrian nodded slowly. "Good."
He closed the safe, and Mace led him toward another door, making sure it was secure before opening the way out. Andrian walked behind him.
When the new door opened, about ten men in black suits quickly stood and arranged themselves—five on the left, five on the right. Their heads bowed in unison.
They had already been informed of the request for their presence.
"Welcome, boss," they said.
Andrian looked at each of them and allowed himself a small smile. These were the few things he was familiar with. It had been a while, but he still remembered them.
Then, with his deep voice, he stepped forward.
"Let's go."
Immediately, everyone grabbed their weapons and followed behind him.
They came out from the back door and three black shining cars were parked outside. Someone quickly walked to open the door for Andrian and then he entered and the cars left to the location.
In about 20 minutes they arrive at the location. It was dark and gave off an abandoned vibe.
"We are here, boss," Kira said. She was the only female present and she was 2nd in command. She straightened her suit and walked out to open the door for Andrian.
Andrian stepped out of the car and looked at the abandoned building. This was the territory of the Red Vixen.
He didn't move. He didn't say anything. He only stared at the building, reminded of its past. Andrian had never wanted anything to do with being a mafia boss, but now things were getting out of hand.
If he let Fidelia handle this the Red Vixen—one of the most notorious mafia groups -- would only become another problem added to the fire.
He pulled out his phone, ready to show the picture of the two couples who had acted to bring Fidelia down.
By this time, the Red Vixen were already aware that someone had arrived. About fifteen men in red shirts and black trousers came out, holding bats, iron rods, knives, even swords.
"Who are you guys? What do you want?" one of them demanded, stepping forward. "I advise you to leave."
Andrian took a step forward and spoke in a thick voice.
"Get me your boss Victor. Tell him we need to talk."
His voice echoed in their ears and commanded silence.
The Red Vixen men froze. Shock flickered across their faces. How did this stranger know their boss's name? Their grip on their weapons tightened, but none of them moved. They were ready for battle.
Kira turned her head, glancing at Andrian. But he didn't budge, neither did he even make a gestured.That was all she needed.
She nodded and looked straight at them.
In one swift motion, Kira drew a curved dagger. "Take them down," she ordered coldly.
The ten men in black suits surged forward with her, colliding with the Red Vixen like a storm.
The clash was immediate—steel against steel, iron bats against blades. Though the Red Vixen outnumbered them, Andrian's men were faster, sharper, and more disciplined. Blows landed, groans echoed, bodies crashed onto the concrete.
One by one, Red Vixen soldiers fell. Some held their broken arms, others groaned on the ground, their weapons sliding out of reach.
Within minutes, half of them were down, writhing in pain as they rolled over.
"I'll be going inside. Finish the rest" Andrian said.
About 3 rushed back inside while the injured were dragged out of the way, as Andrian walked toward the building with a domineering presence.
His aura today was totally different from the usual.
Andrian entered the huge building. It looked like a storage house, yet it reeked of alcohol and smoke. Bottles of drinks lay scattered across the floor, with cigarette butts crushed into the dirt.
"Get me Victor. I don't really have time to waste," Andrian said, staring at two Red Vixen members holding a bat and an iron rod.
"You're asking for death, aren't you?" one sneered.
"Who are you to ask for our boss? You're not worthy."
Seeing that he was unarmed and that his men were preoccupied outside, the two exchanged a quick glance, giving each other the signal.
They lunged at the same time.
The huge one gripped his bat and swung it straight for Andrian's face. But Andrian dodged, driving his fist hard into the man's stomach. The big guy doubled over, wheezing.
The other came in fast with the rod, but Andrian twisted his arm, wrenched the weapon free, and kicked him hard in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground.
The big man recovered quickly, fury in his eyes, and swung the bat again, aiming for Andrian's head.
Andrian met the bat with the rod in his hands. The impact sent a sting of pain through his arm, but he didn't falter. He struck back, smashing the rod into the man's leg, then spun sharply and dropped him with a brutal kick to the head.
The smaller one tried to crawl back up, but Andrian tossed the rod aside, snatched up the fallen bat, and brought it crashing down on his back.
The man let out a sharp cry before collapsing.
Andrian raised his silver gun, the barrel gleaming under the dim light, and pointed it at the head of the groaning Red Vixen. His voice was cold.
"Victor. Come outside or I shoot"
"Three"
"Two" Andrian counted and then he cocked his gun in a serious expression. His finger moved to the trigger button ready to press.
"One"
"Wait Andrian!!" Victor shouted but it was too late Andrian had already pulled the trigger
Bang!!!