Everyone in the room stood frozen.
Their eyes were fixed on Mirshad, who stood calmly against the pantry wall, sipping his coffee as if nothing had happened.
One leader finally broke the silence.
"MRD… you told us you were starting your hunt.
Honestly, we thought maybe you'd kill a few people.
But this… this is beyond imagination."
He exhaled, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You wiped out two of the most powerful criminals under David's empire.
1500+ kills… in one night.
You didn't just attack—you erased them."
The leaders checked their phones—one by one, they started vibrating.
They exchanged glances, then looked back at Mirshad.
"Brother… the world has started whispering your name."
"And as you predicted… the questions have started."
Then, the leaders began answering their calls.
Meanwhile, Rayyan stepped beside Mirshad, shaking his head with a smirk.
"Brother… you killed 1500+ in a single night.
That means you just broke my lifetime record in one mission.
I spent my whole career reaching that number. You did it in HOURS."
Amir grinned.
"You're impossible."
Baba, however, wasn't impressed by the kill count.
He took a deep breath and spoke seriously.
"Son, are you losing your mind? This is insane."
He crossed his arms.
"I'm not shocked about the number.
I'm shocked that you took down two mafia bosses—David's strongest men.
I don't know what's going to happen next.
But one thing is certain… David has already started making his move."
"We need to prepare for what comes next."
Mirshad, however, remained silent.
Everyone stared at him, waiting for a response.
Amir finally sighed.
"Brother… say something."
Mirshad suddenly looked up, his expression serious.
And then—
He started laughing.
Hard.
Loud.
The entire room stood confused, staring at him.
"What… the hell is so funny?!" Malik asked, raising an eyebrow.
Mirshad finally calmed his laughter and looked at Baba.
"You're looking at 1500+ dead men and two bosses and thinking of David?"
He sipped his coffee again.
"Let me take you back to what happened before this all started."
The room leaned in, listening.
"After you all left for the island, I spent time thinking.
Then, one of our servants came to me.
She told me about her daughter—kidnapped, sold, her body found later with every organ missing."
Baba's jaw tightened.
"She asked me to make this my first hunt.
Sirius agreed—it was the perfect start."
"So when I entered the battle, I didn't care who was against me.
They all would know the result within minutes."
He placed his coffee on the table.
"And David? Before I even went on this mission… I made a call to him."
Malik raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
Mirshad smirked.
"I mean… before I went after the small sharks, I nearly killed the biggest one."
The room fell silent again.
"David's money, stock investments, properties…
All of it? Gone. Moved to trusted charities."
"His identity? I erased it."
Mirshad grinned.
"I made his wish come true."
"He kept calling himself a ghost… so I made him one."
The brothers' eyes widened.
Jabir spoke first.
"Brother… you mean…
You killed him without touching him?"
Mirshad grinned playfully.
"Maybe."
A beat of silence—then the entire room erupted in laughter.
Malik clapped his hands.
"I LOVE THAT, BROTHER! That arrogant rat deserved it."
Baba shook his head, a small smile forming.
"David is no more… son, you know what? I love you."
"Your strategies are different. You don't waste time—you go straight for the main head."
Mirshad smirked.
"Why should I wait, Baba?
I trust myself.
And I know… if I enter a war, I don't come back until the empire is erased."
The leaders returned from their calls, looking at Mirshad.
"MRD… you're good to go."
Mirshad raised an eyebrow.
"What's the situation?"
The leaders exchanged glances before one spoke.
"Our concern was how people would react."
"But right now… all over the world… people are supporting you."
"Every news channel is live-streaming public reactions."
"And the message is clear—
You are their hero."
"You saved 500+ hostages. That means you saved 500+ families."
"Now, people think you are a government soldier, sent to end this kind of evil."
One leader smirked.
"What they don't know is… the government is YOURS."
"Whatever happens next, MRD… you have our full support.
Let's clean this world together."
Mirshad nodded.
"We will.
Just send me the information on my next execution."
One leader handed him a file.
"We already made a list for you, MRD."
"Your next hunt is ready whenever you are."
Mirshad took the file but shook his head.
"Not now. Tomorrow."
He turned, locking eyes with Sophia.
She had been staring at him the whole time.
Malik chuckled.
"Alright, alright, we understand. You need rest."
"Go fast, or your Queen will destroy herself with love."
Mirshad smirked.
He walked toward Sophia, stopping in front of her.
"So, are you really ready to destroy me?"
Sophia punched his chest softly.
She was shy—but determined.
Without hesitation, Mirshad lifted her in his arms.
"Everyone is watching!" She whispered.
"I don't care."
He carried her into their room.
As soon as he dropped her, Sophia grabbed his shirt.
Her voice was soft.
"Are you really crazy?"
"One night… this many kills?"
Mirshad exhaled.
"They were hurting children. Selling them like objects.
What about the parents' pain?
"We can't understand it… because we are not parents yet."
Sophia's eyes softened.
She bit her lip slightly, looking down.
"Then… make me understand."
Mirshad raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
She looked up at him.
Her eyes danced with emotion.
"I'm serious."
A moment of silence.
Then, the night changed.
A night where MRD—the world's most feared warrior—chose to fight a different kind of battle.
For the future.