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Chapter 104 - THE NEXT TARGET: BREAKING THE PHANTOM LORDS SYNDICATE

The underworld had changed.

Two of the most feared crime bosses had already fallen.

One hung as a message.

One left unconscious, humiliated in front of his empire.

The message was clear: MRD is hunting them.

The reaction? Panic. But still, denial.

Some crime bosses vanished into hiding, shutting down operations.

Others built stronger defenses, preparing for war.

But the smartest ones realized the truth—MRD wasn't stopping. He was already choosing his next target.

Location: Middle East – The Dark Market

Operation: Organ trafficking, assassination contracts, and black-market weapons trade.

Leader: Khalid Al-Rashid – The Ghost King of the Underworld.

Sirius pulled up the holographic map, highlighting the Phantom Lords' main hub.

Sirius: "They control the Dark Market—where anything can be bought or sold, including lives."

Rayyan: "These aren't just criminals. They're shadows."

Malik: "You can't attack what you can't see."

MRD's golden eyes burned. "Then let's drag them into the light."

This mission was different. No direct attack. No open war.

MRD was going to dismantle them from the inside.

MRD didn't storm the fortress this time. He walked straight into it.

Dressed in black, hidden in plain sight, he moved through the underground trading halls.

People whispered, not knowing the devil was already among them.

He scanned the environment. The air was thick with corruption.

Auction tables lined the hall—selling humans, weapons, and organs.

VIP buyers sat in luxury, watching the "products" get sold.

Security forces patrolled the shadows, heavily armed.

Then, MRD saw the main stage—where a child was being auctioned.

A man in a suit held the microphone. "Final offer. Sold for 3 million dollars."

The buyer stood up, ready to claim his "purchase."

That's when MRD moved.

He walked forward. His presence alone stopped the room.

The auctioneer frowned. "Who the hell are you?"

MRD's voice was cold. "Their nightmare."

Before anyone could react, the first body hit the floor.

The second. The third.

The Dark Market exploded into chaos.

Guards rushed in, but MRD was already in motion.

A gun fired—MRD dodged. A blade swung—MRD caught it mid-air and snapped it in half.

The underground hall turned into a warzone.

Khalid Al-Rashid, the leader of the Phantom Lords, stood on the upper balcony.

His eyes narrowed as he watched his empire collapse.

Khalid: "Kill him."

His personal assassins moved in.

But MRD wasn't just fighting them. He was hunting them.

One by one, the Phantom Lords' elite fell.

The last survivor tried to run—but MRD grabbed him by the throat.

MRD whispered: "Where is your king?"

The man gasped, pointing toward a hidden elevator.

MRD dropped the body and walked forward.

The final confrontation had begun.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a massive luxury suite, lined with weapons and gold.

Khalid Al-Rashid stood in the center, unarmed, watching MRD.

Khalid: "You've made quite the mess."

MRD: "I'm not done yet."

Khalid smirked. "You think you're the first to come after me?"

MRD: "I'll be the last."

The fight began.

Khalid was fast. Dangerous. Trained in multiple martial arts.

His strikes were lethal, aiming for MRD's weak points.

But MRD… was beyond human.

Each attack Khalid landed only made MRD stronger.

Each attempt to break him only fueled his rage.

Then, MRD caught Khalid mid-strike—twisting his arm until bones cracked.

Khalid fell to his knees, gasping in pain.

MRD leaned in, voice cold. "Your kingdom is gone."

Khalid's eyes burned with hate. "You… can't kill all of us."

MRD smirked. "Watch me."

Morning. News stations across the world broke the story.

The Dark Market—one of the most secretive criminal hubs—was in ruins.

Khalid Al-Rashid—once a king of the underworld—was found chained to the gates of his own fortress.

Above him, another message:

"I SEE EVERYTHING." 

This time, the criminal world didn't laugh.

This time, they were silent.

MRD wasn't just attacking criminals anymore. He was destroying entire systems.

And now… they were finally starting to fear him.

MRD landed back on the hidden island, his brothers waiting.

Rayyan: "That's three down."

MRD: "And still many more to go."

Sophia: "What's next?"

MRD: "We let them breathe. Let them think they are safe."

Baba smirked. "Then strike when they least expect it."

MRD's golden eyes flickered. "Exactly."

The hunt wasn't stopping. But for now… they let the fear spread.

MRD's war has just begun.

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