Luke trembled violently on the wet concrete floor of the docks. Amidst the salty sea breeze and the thinning white smoke, Arisa looked like a ruthless queen reigning over the night. Abir sat atop his **H2R**, observing the scene with cold, calculating eyes while the superbike's engine purred underneath him.
"Arisa... please! Don't kill me," Luke begged, raising his hands in surrender. "I was only following orders. After Aryan's death, Draco forced me to take charge of this shipment."
Arisa didn't budge the cold barrel from his forehead. Her finger remained dangerously steady on the trigger.
"If I kill you, Luke, who will deliver our message to Draco?" Arisa whispered, her voice devoid of human warmth. "I will let you live, but on one condition. Go back to your master and tell him—the snake he thought was harmless is now ready to bite."
Abir dismounted, ripping the multi-million dollar diamond briefcase from Luke's grasp with a swift motion. He leaned down, his intimidating shadow looming over the terrified lieutenant.
"Tell him his precious shipment at Port 4 now belongs to Abir and Arisa," Abir growled. "We are building a hell far worse than what Aryan ever faced. If he has the courage, tell him to come face us himself."
With a sudden, brutal movement, Arisa struck Luke across the temple with the butt of her revolver. Luke screamed in agony, clutching his bleeding forehead as he stumbled backward.
"Get out of our sight, Luke!" Arisa barked. "And tell Draco to prepare for our next delivery."
Not wasting a single second, a battered Luke scrambled into a nearby SUV, slammed his foot on the gas, and sped away into the darkness.
As the smoke cleared from the docks, Abir locked the briefcase onto the bike and turned to Arisa, a dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
"You performed beautifully tonight, my Queen. Draco won't recover from this loss easily. But he will unleash his entire global syndicate upon us now."
Arisa stepped up, mounting the **H2R** behind him and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
"Let them come, Abir. With these diamonds, we will fund our own empire. Neither the law nor the mafia will ever touch us again."
Abir twisted the throttle, and the H2R roared to life, blasting through the port gates and onto the open highway. However, they were entirely oblivious to the fact that the live CCTV feed of the docks was being actively monitored from a hidden bunker in Hong Kong. The man watching wasn't Draco—it was Draco's deadliest assassin and the underworld's most feared marksman, **Xero**. And Xero's crosshairs were now locked directly onto Arisa.
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