Mozan sat comfortably in a rocking chair, with a sexy woman on his right and left massaging him. Dira then approached.
"Reporting, Master! Today’s earnings from the protection money collection hit 500 thousand dollars, report complete!"
Mozan lowered his sunglasses slightly. "Have you distributed the shares to the boys?"
Dira answered promptly, "Done, Master!"
"Have you divided the organization’s kitchen budget?"
Dira instantly turned awkward. "N-not yet, Master," Dira replied, lowering his head.
"Sort that out first. I don’t feel like doing much today, so I can let my full strength recover."
Dira bowed his body low. "Right away, Master!" Dira then left Mozan’s presence.
Not long after, Murat arrived. "Majestic and earth-shattering Master Grandfather, I am here to report on some war gear I’ve purchased," Murat said while sticking out his tongue and swaying his body back and forth.
Mozan instantly shuddered. "Get over here!"
Murat froze and then stepped closer to Mozan.
Slap!
Mozan smacked the back of Murat’s head. "Can’t you be normal for just one day, huh?!"
Murat immediately went into his general mode, deep voice, upright posture. "Ready, Master Grandfather!"
"Uhhh, hahaha!" The two women beside Mozan chuckled upon hearing Murat’s voice.
Mozan then had a wacky idea. He pulled the two women close. "You two go seduce this brat. If you succeed, I’ll give you 300 dollars each."
The two women exchanged glances and flashed mischievous smiles. Wearing tight outfits, both of them clung to Murat’s body.
"Big Bro Murat, your body is so nice. I wonder if you’re strong or not?"
The other woman chimed in, "True, true! You look so macho, don’t you? It makes me want to bite you! Roar!"
Murat quickly stepped back one step, as if he were on a dark stage lit by only a single spotlight. "My muscles are forged from hardened molten steel! My entire body is a walking muscle!"
Murat strutted around like a bodybuilder showing off his physique. "However..."
He puffed out his chest proudly, leaving the two women in awe. "Waaahhhh!"
Murat bit his ring finger. "I am a Pinky Boy!"
Instantly, both women fainted from seeing Murat’s antics. Mozan grew disgusted and turned his back.
"Hmm... Hmm... Still want to play with me or not? Why did you guys pass out?"
Mozan was furious. He clenched his arm until a round bulge formed with dark muscles popping out. Murat instantly stood upright again.
"Stay in character! Apologies, Master Grandfather, I repeat the report. Today the OBS already has 50 units of AK-47s along with two crates of ammo, and 10 sniper rifles with 1 crate of ammo."
Mozan fell silent for a moment. "That’s just right if we want to play war with ants. Anyway, take those to the warehouse. Soon, we will reorganize an invasion somewhere else."
Murat saluted and dismissed himself. "Ready, Master Grandfather!"
Mozan contemplated, staring straight ahead blankly behind his sunglasses.
"When will I ever be able to exact revenge on those damned gods?!"
***
Intan and Fenghou appeared to be at the police station. A plump police officer stood up and walked into the cell area.
"Axel, out!"
Axel glared at the cop with a murderous look before walking out of the cell toward the lobby. Intan stood up and shoved Axel’s head.
"Idol! How on earth can a mafia boss get caught by the police?"
Axel stared at Intan. "Huh!" Then he lowered his head again.
"Hey, you’re being helped and now you’re getting cocky, huh!"
Fenghou immediately stood up. "Ehh, Babe, you shouldn’t be rough. This is a police station, okay?" Fenghou said while pulling Intan into his embrace.
Intan immediately acted spoiled. "I want to go home!"
Fenghou smiled nervously. "S-sure, but nothing weird, right?"
Suddenly, Intan wrapped her arms around Fenghou’s. "Weird, of course! Hahaha."
Intan then pulled Fenghou along.
"Babe, don’t!" Fenghou cried out in resignation.
Axel looked at his friend. Muttering inwardly to himself: Even though you’re annoying, you care the most. Axel watched Intan’s back as she walked out of the police station doors.
A black Hardtop SUV was parked in front of the police station. A beautiful woman stepped out carrying Axel’s long blazer, followed by burly men in all-black outfits.
"Master!" said Mona, who was now standing before Axel.
Axel didn’t say much, merely giving a glance, and Mona quickly helped him put on the blazer. They walked out together.
"Mona, you take care of our members who are still detained!"
Mona nodded. "Right away, Master."
They left the police station behind.
***
Axel had now arrived at his headquarters, a luxurious mansion with European architectural style. On his reddish-black leather sofa, Axel sat while holding a clear glass filled with wine.
"A day in the slammer really makes me sick to my stomach!"
Axel glared at all his subordinates. "Ever since the departure of Dajun and Dante, the Flying Axe Gang’s performance has dropped drastically. It’s so annoying standing among a bunch of fools like this!"
Suddenly, Axel’s new commander, Yuri, arrived. "Congratulations on your freedom, Master!"
Axel stared at Yuri. "Is there something you want to report? How is Orchid City progressing?"
Yuri gave a salute. "Ready, Master. Orchid City is still safe and sound. However, Edelweis City is no longer under the Flying Axe Gang. Yesterday, Lotus City was wrecked and attacked by a new gang called OBS. Inside it are traitors of the Flying Axe Gang, namely Old Man Dira and Murat, the former branch leader of the Flying Axe Gang in Edelweis City!"
Axel’s eyes bulged, and he hurled his glass in rage.
Smash!
Axel took a deep breath. "Let’s go clean up those sewer rats!"
Axel walked out, escorted by his men.
"Yuri, so that Orchid City doesn’t get hit by a sudden invasion, recruit more members as soon as possible. As for those two rats, I will handle them myself!"
Yuri bowed in salute and quickly left with his convoy of riders. They cut through the heavy traffic in a brutal convoy, ensuring that any vehicle blocking their way, whether motorcycle or car, suffered severe damage.
Passersby complained angrily. "We pay high taxes, but the government can’t even wipe out these petty bandits! Damn it!"
A gang member overheard that remark and strode over to the driver’s window. "What did you just say, bastard?"
The man forced a nervous grin. "No, Bro, I didn’t say anything."
The Flying Axe Gang member smiled, then shoved half his body through the window and slammed the driver’s head into the steering wheel until he bled and passed out. Then, they resumed their convoy.
The center of Marlen City was filled with street chaos that day.
***
Mozan, Dira, and Murat were seen practicing martial arts, with Mozan as their grandmaster standing tall atop a wooden crate wrapped in a red carpet.
"We can’t just rely on bluffing to become street wolves! We need sharp and precise striking and clawing skills. Pistols are indeed lethal, but in front of a martial arts master, all of that means nothing!" Mozan’s voice boomed across the training yard, carrying a chilling authority that made every subordinate hold their breath. His eyes burned with an unyielding fire, radiating a terrifying martial pressure that seemed to freeze the very air around them. "Look at this world! Fools rely on gunpowder and flying lead, forgetting that true dominance comes from mastering the body and soul! When you reach the absolute pinnacle of martial arts, human technology is nothing more than a child’s toy! Do you think guns make you a god? Pitiful! A true warrior transcends mortal limits, turning flesh and bone into an indestructible divine weapon that can split the heavens and shatter the earth with a single glare!"
Mozan glared sharply at one of his subordinates, then leaped and landed right in front of him with terrifying speed, leaving a faint shockwave in his wake. "You! Draw your weapon!"
The subordinate was startled, glancing left and right in sheer terror, his knees shaking uncontrollably under the crushing weight of Mozan’s demonic aura.
Mozan barked out an order. "Fast!"
Feeling he had no choice, the man raised his trembling hands and cocked his gun, aiming it straight at his master while sweat poured heavily down his face.
Bang!
The gunshot echoed deafeningly, but Mozan didn’t even flinch. With a blur of motion too fast for the naked eye, Mozan caught the bullet right between his ring fingertips, the sheer kinetic force dissipating instantly against his hardened skin without leaving a single scratch.
A collective gasp swept through the yard, followed immediately by roaring cheers as all the OBS members burst into applause, their eyes shining with absolute reverence for their almighty leader.
Mozan slowly opened his fingers, letting the flattened bullet drop to the ground with a sharp metallic clink. He swept his gaze across his men with a proud, commanding smirk. "That is the power of the Old Bone Syndicate! Remember it well!"
Suddenly, a loud rumble echoed as a fleet of black Hardtop SUVs surrounded them from all directions, kicking up thick clouds of dust. The middle vehicle came to a slanted halt, its tires screeching against the asphalt, and someone stepped out slowly from the back seat, pushing the door open with an air of lethal arrogance.
Murat and Dira widened their eyes in shock, their breath catching in their throats. "Axel!"