The night was quiet.
For the first time in a long time, Mirshad sat alone in the palace hall.
His mind was racing, calculating his next move.
A servant approached hesitantly. "Sir, what would you like to drink?"
Without looking up, Mirshad responded in a calm, steady voice.
"A strong espresso."
The servant nodded and left.
Mirshad leaned back, lost in thought.
The war had just begun.
David had made his move. Now, it was Mirshad's turn.
After a few minutes, the servant returned, placing the cup on the table.
She hesitated, noticing the deep seriousness in Mirshad's eyes.
"Sir… is there a problem?"
For a moment, Mirshad remained silent. Then, without breaking his gaze, he finally spoke:
"Nothing. Just thinking… how to clean this world bad side."
The servant's expression changed. She looked down, her hands trembling.
Then, her voice broke. "Sir… if you do anything, please… start with those who kidnap children and sell them for money."
Mirshad's eyes narrowed. "Why?"
Tears welled up in the servant's eyes. She tried to hold them back, but her pain was too deep.
"Because, sir… they kidnapped my daughter."
Mirshad's hand slowly curled into a fist.
The servant's voice trembled as she continued, "She was only ten years old."
She swallowed hard before speaking again.
"I filed a complaint at the police station… but they didn't care.
They told me not to interfere. They even offered me money to stay quiet."
Mirshad's grip on the table tightened.
"The very people who are supposed to protect us… were part of it."
She clenched her fists.
"They put a price tag on my child, sir."
"As a mother… my pain is beyond words."
She wiped her tears, trying to stay strong.
"A month later… the police called me."
"They said they found a body."
"I prayed to God that it wouldn't be her."
"But God also abandoned me that day."
Her voice cracked, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was silence.
"She was gone. Her body… lifeless. Her organs… stolen. Her eyes… missing."
She looked up at Mirshad, her gaze filled with desperation.
"Not just my child. Many others. Stolen, butchered, and sold."
"And no one cares."
Mirshad lowered his gaze. His jaw clenched.
"We see you every day, sir.
We know you're not like others.
You're different. If anyone can change this, it's you."
A single tear fell from Mirshad's eye.
For the first time in years… he felt true, uncontrollable rage.
He whispered to himself.
"This world… has fallen too far."
Then, he looked at the servant and said in a steady, terrifyingly calm voice:
"I don't know what to say for your loss."
"But I promise you this—
Starting today, anyone who tries this again… will see the gates of Hell."
The servant wiped her tears and nodded. "We trust you, sir. May God bless you and protect you."
Mirshad simply nodded. "Thank you, ma'am. I will handle this."
As she walked away, Mirshad's eyes darkened.
There would be no mercy.
No second chances.
No forgiveness.
Mirshad leaned forward, placing his Sirius ring on the table.
His voice was quiet, but the command was absolute.
"Sirius… starting today, we become ghosts."
Sirius' voice echoed in the silent room.
"What kind of ghost do you mean, sir?"
Mirshad exhaled slowly.
"The real kind. A living ghost.
A nightmare to every bad man who walks this earth."
Sirius was silent for a moment, then responded:
"So… that means MRD is returning."
Mirshad's eyes gleamed with cold fury.
"Exactly. Now show me where we start."
Sirius hesitated.
"Sir, I overheard your conversation with the servant."
"I think we should start there. No more children should suffer this fate."
Mirshad nodded.
"As you wish. Gather all data. Every name. Every location. Who's in charge. I want everything."
"Copy that, sir. Give me a minute. I'll have everything."
Mirshad leaned back, exhaling. "Take your time. I have one more thing to do first."
Mirshad took his phone and dialed a number.
David.
The call rang a few times before a voice answered.
"Who is this?"
Mirshad's voice was cold.
"Your death."
For a second, silence. Then—laughter.
"Ohh… MRD. The unpredictable man."
"I've heard quite a lot about you."
"So you saved your brothers last night. Do you think you're a god?"
Mirshad's lips curled into a slight smirk.
"David… you underestimate me.
If I were a god, I'd show mercy."
"But for filth like you? I become something else."
David chuckled.
"Then prove it. Do whatever you want. But remember this—your end is in my hands. I will break your body, piece by piece."
Mirshad leaned forward, his voice like steel.
"I don't waste time with talk. I just do what I want."
"So listen closely—before you even get the chance to fight me, I'm going to break all your fingers… one by one."
"Until you beg me to kill you faster."
David scoffed. "Big words. You have nothing on me."
Mirshad smirked.
"Not for long. I have a little gift for you."
He turned to Sirius.
"Sirius, execute Mission David. Make him a beggar."
Sirius replied instantly. "Copy, sir. It's done."
Within seconds, David's phone exploded with notifications.
His bank accounts? Empty.
His properties? Gone.
His stocks? Transferred to charities.
Every trace of his money? Erased.
On the other end of the call, David suddenly roared in rage.
"HEY! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK!"
Mirshad laughed coldly.
"Dead men don't need money, David."
"And you? You're already a ghost. A ghost with nothing left."
David screamed through the phone, but Mirshad remained calm.
"You challenged a devil, David.
Now, you will see what true power is."
Then, without another word, Mirshad hung up.
The hunt had begun.
And now… the world would know the name MRD in pure terror.