The next morning, a massive wooden cargo crate arrived at the entrance of Draco's luxury penthouse. It hadn't been delivered by any standard courier; an unmarked black vehicle had dropped it off in the dead of night. Luke, Draco's right-hand man, scanned it thoroughly for explosives before bringing it into the main hall.
Draco sat in his usual dimly lit corner, inhaling from a premium pipe. The golden dragon ring on his finger caught the faint morning light.
"What's inside, Luke?" Draco asked, blowing a ring of smoke. "The corpses of Abir and Arisa?"
Without a word, Luke pried open the lid with trembling hands. As the wooden top came off, Luke's face drained of color. Draco stood up from his sofa and walked over to inspect it. Inside, there were no diamonds or cash. Instead, lay the cold, lifeless bodies of the four elite commandos he had sent to the estate. Written across their tactical vests in dark, dried blood was a chilling message:
> **"A gift for the Dragon. The Next turn is yours. — Abir & Arisa."**
Draco's eyes narrowed into slits of pure fury. In all his years ruling the underworld, he had never faced such blatant humiliation. To have his finest tactical squad slaughtered and shipped back like damaged goods was unacceptable.
"Abir Khan..." Draco whispered, his voice trembling with a terrifying, quiet rage. "You didn't just step on the dragon's tail; you walked into its jaws. Luke! Alert our entire network in Hong Kong and Dubai. Ensure these two cannot escape this city alive."
Meanwhile, back at the estate, Arisa was marking red crosses on a shipping blueprint. Combining the data extracted from the fallen commander and Aryan's vault files, they had successfully mapped Draco's primary smuggling lifeline.
"Abir, a massive diamond shipment belonging to Draco is docking at Port 4 tonight at midnight," Arisa said, a calculating look in her eyes. "That shipment is his financial backbone. If we intercept and destroy it, Draco will be crippled globally."
Abir slipped his **H2R** key into his pocket and pulled Arisa close by her waist, a lethal smirk playing on his lips.
"Then tonight, we paint the docks red, my Queen. Draco thinks he's the apex predator, but he's about to find out—we are the ones hunting him."
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