The sea wind crashed hard against the docks.
Carrying salt.
And the endless sound of metal colliding against metal.
East City Port—
never truly slept.
Massive cranes rotated overhead.
Containers descended one by one.
Machines roared.
Horns echoed.
Workers shouted over each other in the chaos.
Everything moved.
Fast.
Precise.
Alive.
Painted across the side of the cargo ship—
large white letters:
National Food Distribution
Inside the containers—
rice.
vegetables.
eggs.
fruit.
Lunch supplies for thousands of children.
But not everyone there had come to work.
At the edge of the dock—
several black vehicles stood parked.
Too organized.
Too calm.
Men in dark suits waited silently.
Not speaking.
Not moving.
Watching.
Among them—
the man in the hat.
His eyes fixed on the arriving ship.
Calm.
As if everything was unfolding exactly as planned.
"The shipment arrived on schedule."
One of his subordinates checked a tablet.
"MBG containers are in Row Three."
A brief silence.
"If we hold them for a few hours…"
"…the eastern kitchens stop."
A faint smile appeared.
"That's enough."
He raised one hand.
"…to make them fail."
A small gesture.
"Begin."
Moments Later
A white vehicle stopped at the port entrance.
Pak Rahmat stepped out first.
Arga.
Sinta.
Bimo.
And the others followed behind.
The sound of the harbor hit them instantly.
Loud.
Heavy.
Alive.
"…this place is huge."
Bimo looked around slowly.
Dika nodded.
"And messy."
Lila already had the tablet open.
"Signal is coming from the center dock."
Rani stared at the endless rows of containers.
"…if this stops…"
Farhan finished quietly—
"…everything stops."
Pak Rahmat didn't turn around.
"Then we make sure it doesn't."
Arga opened his lunch box.
Eight glowing grains—
burning brighter now.
Faster.
Like—
a warning.
Sinta noticed immediately.
"…this isn't a normal disruption."
SCREEECH!
Everyone turned.
Black vehicles stopped directly across the crane route.
One.
Two.
Three.
The doors opened.
The man in the hat stepped out.
Calm.
Too calm.
His eyes immediately found Arga.
"Ah…"
A faint smile.
"…you."
Bimo sighed.
"…yeah, of course it's him."
A small signal.
Several men moved instantly—
straight toward the crane controls.
"STOP!"
The operators hesitated.
Hands frozen above the levers.
CLANG…
The cranes slowed.
Then—
stopped.
And in a single second—
something changed.
The harbor was still loud.
But the rhythm was gone.
Like a heart—
missing its beat.
Sinta reacted immediately.
"They stopped the flow."
Pak Rahmat nodded.
"If this shuts down—"
"…the entire distribution chain breaks."
The words weren't loud.
But they hit hard.
Arga stared toward the containers.
Row Three.
The target.
Energy moved inside his body.
Fast.
Deep.
His lunch box glowed brighter.
He didn't panic.
Didn't hesitate.
"…this isn't about one truck."
Silence.
"…this is the entire route."
Everyone understood.
Arga stepped forward.
"Team."
One word.
Enough.
"…we protect those containers until they leave this port."
No questions.
No hesitation.
Bimo smiled.
This time—
sharp.
"Alright."
Dika rolled his shoulders.
"Haven't fought somewhere this big in a while."
Sinta immediately scanned the battlefield.
"Formation."
Rani and Nisa moved first—
blocking the entry lanes.
Bimo and Dika—
ready for rapid movement.
Tono was already above the containers—
eyes watching from the high ground.
Lila and Farhan—
tracking data.
Calculating outcomes.
For the first time—
a massive harbor like this…
became something else.
Not a workplace.
A battlefield.
And then—
they appeared.
From behind the containers.
From the shadows between steel walls.
From blind spots no one had noticed before.
One.
Two.
Ten.
More.
Bimo stopped smiling.
"…that's a lot."
Dika stared ahead.
"…too many."
The man in the hat exhaled softly.
"…did you really think this was just a minor disruption?"
Silence.
"…this is the first point."
And then—
they moved.
BOOM!
The first impact shook the dock floor.
Metal trembled.
Dust exploded into the air.
Bimo shot forward—
fast—
pulling a worker away from the collision zone.
"GET BACK!"
Sinta entered next—
precise—
stopping an attack before it hit the cranes.
Dika slammed into two enemies at once—
hard—
without retreating.
Rani stood in front of the container route.
Her hands trembled—
for a second.
Then—
steady.
"…I'll hold this."
The energy around her—
calmed.
Arga didn't move quickly.
He walked.
Straight forward.
Toward the center.
Toward the heaviest pressure.
An attack came.
Fast.
Brutal.
He stopped it.
Not with strength.
With control.
The impact shifted.
The direction changed.
The strike—
failed.
For one second—
everything felt lighter.
"…he's holding all of it…"
someone whispered.
But it didn't last.
More enemies flooded in.
Faster.
Better coordinated.
Tono shouted from above—
"RIGHT SIDE! MORE COMING!"
Lila yelled from behind—
"THE NUMBERS ARE INCREASING—!"
Bimo slid back a step.
"…this isn't yesterday's level!"
Sinta gritted her teeth.
"…they're serious now."
The man in the hat watched calmly.
Still unmoving.
"…look at them."
He spoke softly.
"…trying to hold back the flow."
A small smile formed.
"…when they themselves…"
His eyes locked onto Arga.
"…have already become the center of it."
Arga heard him.
Didn't answer.
But for the first time—
he felt something different.
Not fear.
Pressure.
Bigger than before.
Wider.
Heavier.
And the battle—
had only just begun.
The harbor didn't stop.
It didn't collapse.
But for the first time—
it was no longer under control.
And in the middle of that chaos—
they finally understood.
This wasn't about winning one battle.
It was about—
who could keep standing longer…
before everything finally collapsed.