At that moment, every guard inside the mansion was focused on protecting Mr. Joshi. Viraj stood there with a worried face, staring helplessly at his unconscious grandfather while panic spread through the entire hall.
Everyone was shocked.
Everyone except Om.
He simply stood there without a single expression, silently watching both Viraj and Mr. Joshi.
Then suddenly, in a cold, serious voice, Om spoke,
"He'll wake up within the next ten minutes. But from this moment onward, remember one thing clearly, Mr. Viraj…"
His eyes darkened.
"My family is not my weakness. It's my strength."
The air inside the hall instantly turned heavy.
"And if anyone drags my family into my matters again, then I don't care whether the person standing before me is a god or a demon…"
His voice dropped lower.
"I spare no one."
Every word hit like a hammer.
"As for you people, listen carefully. I'm not ruining my relationship with you. Since you gave me valuable information, I'll still do your work. But I simply wanted to remind you all of one thing…"
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"If I can save someone's life… then I can take it too."
After saying that, Om calmly explained,
"When Mr. Joshi shook my hand, I placed a little unconsciousness powder on his palm. I created it myself. The moment it touches the body, it starts affecting the nervous system immediately. Within seconds, the person collapses unconscious, and their body becomes temporarily paralyzed."
Viraj stood frozen in shock.
Yes, he was angry.
But deep down, even he knew the truth.
The mistake had been theirs.
His grandfather and sister had crossed the line first by dragging Om's family into the conversation.
That was why Viraj stayed silent.
A few minutes later, Mr. Joshi slowly regained consciousness. Someone quickly handed him water while he breathed heavily in panic.
The moment his eyes met Om's, fear flashed across his face.
Om looked at him seriously and said,
"Next time, Mr. Joshi… think a thousand times before involving my family."
His voice was calm…
Which somehow made it even more terrifying.
"You're a good man. That's why I only knocked you unconscious this time. But next time…"
His eyes narrowed.
"…death will be the only thing waiting."
The entire hall fell silent again.
"And as an elder, you should teach your granddaughter how to behave properly with people. It'll be better if she learns some respect before talking to others."
After saying that, Om turned around and started walking away.
Then, just before leaving the hall, he casually slid one hand into his pocket and spoke without looking back,
"See you at the Z Auction… and thanks for the information."
And just like that—
Om walked out of the mansion in style.
Watching him leave, Indrajeet Joshi spoke in a weak voice filled with fear,
"Viraj… listen to me carefully. Never make an enemy out of that man again."
He coughed heavily before continuing,
"He may look calm… but he's a sleeping lion. And if someone wakes him up… he'll tear them apart."
The moment he finished speaking, Mr. Joshi started coughing badly again.
Viraj immediately supported him and rubbed his chest worriedly.
"Careful, Grandfather…"
Meanwhile, Om and Harsh had already stepped out of the mansion.
The moment Harsh sat inside the car, Om immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
As soon as the call connected, Om spoke in a low voice,
"Maya… before I reach home, I want Kamal Thakur's exact location."
Then he cut the call immediately and drove toward home at full speed.
A while later, both Om and Harsh reached the house.
Once everyone had gone to sleep, Om quietly began changing his clothes.
At the very same time—
Inside the luxurious living room of his farmhouse, Kamal Thakur sat sprawled across a sofa, enjoying glass after glass of alcohol.
Nearby sat his disabled younger brother Raj, silently staring at him without saying a word.
Kamal took another sip and laughed drunkenly.
"Damn it, Raj… this isn't fun anymore. You don't talk now."
He leaned back lazily.
"Earlier, when you used to talk about killing people and cutting them apart, I actually enjoyed listening to you. Sure, you were stupid… but your words were bloody. They gave me peace."
Then he burst into drunken laughter.
"But now look at you… completely mute."
Kamal pointed at him mockingly.
"We're Thakurs, damn it! How the hell did you lose?! And who the hell is that bastard who dared to touch Kamal Thakur's brother?"
Completely drunk, Kamal kept mumbling nonsense while Raj silently watched him with strange satisfaction in his eyes.
Then Kamal staggered to his feet and spoke while swaying left and right,
"Don't worry, little brother. I rule this city now. I'll drag that bastard out even from hell itself and kill him like a dog."
He started laughing loudly again.
"And you'll finally see how dangerous your brother really is… while you sit there like a useless cripple! Hahahaha!"
The brothers continued their drunken nonsense—
Until suddenly…
A voice echoed through the room.
"What a beautiful sight."
The laughter stopped.
"Two donkeys sitting together… and drinking alcohol too? Honestly, impressive. My country is truly changing."
The moment Kamal and Raj heard the voice, both froze.
Kamal slowly turned toward the window from where the voice had come.
His drunken eyes narrowed.
And then—
He saw him.
A man dressed entirely in black, wearing a dark mask, casually sitting on the window frame while swinging one leg back and forth.
Kamal stared at him in confusion and slurred,
"Who the hell are you?"
The masked man smiled.
It was Om.
"I'm the one who turned your brother into this condition…"
His voice echoed darkly through the room.
"And in a few moments, I'm going to make your condition even worse."
A dangerous laugh escaped him.
"So listen carefully, my drunk little donkeys…"
His eyes locked onto Kamal.
"You two are in danger tonight."
Then he laughed again.
"Kamal Thakur…"
His voice turned ice cold.
"…you're finished."