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The room went silent.
One second of stillness—
Then twenty guns rose at once.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Kim Seong's private security.
Akhil slowly turned around.
He looked at them the way a disappointed teacher looks at a failed class.
"So," Akhil said calmly, "he is here."
"DROP THE WEAPON!" someone shouted.
Akhil smiled.
Wrong answer.
He pulled the gun from his jacket and fired before the sound system could react.
The first bullet tore through a man's throat.
The second shattered a knee.
Screams replaced silence.
The club exploded into chaos.
People rushed for the exits. Bodies collided. Glass shattered. Someone fell—and didn't get back up.
Akhil walked forward.
Not rushed.
Not slow.
Purposeful.
Bullets flew.
He moved between tables, flipped one for cover, fired through gaps—through bodies, through fear. A guard charged him. Akhil shot him twice and used the collapsing corpse as a shield.
Blood sprayed across the dance floor.
A woman screamed as she slipped and fell.
Akhil stepped over her.
This wasn't about her.
Security tried to regroup near the VIP stairs.
Too late.
Akhil pulled a grenade from a dead man's belt and rolled it upward.
Three seconds.
The explosion ripped the staircase apart.
The screams stopped abruptly.
Smoke swallowed the club. Emergency lights flickered, painting everything in hellish red.
Akhil climbed the wreckage.
VIP floor.
Gold walls. Expensive alcohol. Private rooms.
And at the end—
Kim Seong.
Panic had erased his arrogance. Blood streamed from his forehead as he crawled backward, dragging himself across broken glass.
"WAIT—WAIT—PLEASE!" Kim screamed. "MONEY! POWER! I CAN—"
Akhil shot him in the leg.
Kim screamed louder.
Akhil grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to the edge, forcing him to look down at the massacre below.
"Look," Akhil said calmly. "I thought you were strong. Now I see the truth."
Kim sobbed. "What have I done to you?!"
Akhil's voice didn't rise.
"Manali," he said. "A girl going home by taxi."
Kim cried harder. "I DIDN'T KILL HER—IT WAS KAMAGUCHI—HE—"
Bang.
Akhil shot his other leg.
Silence fell heavy.
Akhil leaned close.
"I know," he whispered. "That's why you die second."
Kim's eyes widened.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The magazine emptied into his chest.
Kim Seong collapsed—dead before he hit the floor.
Sirens wailed outside. Distant. Furious.
Akhil didn't rush.
He walked downstairs through smoke, blood, and shattered dreams. Some were still alive—crying, broken.
He ignored them all.
Outside, the Nissan GTR waited.
The engine roared.
As he pulled away, the club erupted into flames—whether from bullets, explosives, or fate didn't matter.
Shibuya burned.
Two names down.
Two left.
Akhil pressed the accelerator.
"Fifteen minutes left for you, Bu Cheo."
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Hinata
Hinata sat alone in her apartment.
Scared.
Empty.
She hadn't gone to school.
If Akira were here… she thought.
She laughed weakly. "We'd probably be watching TV."
She turned it on.
The news showed burning footage of Hit Bit nightclub.
Her eyes widened.
"…Is this… Akhil?"
Fear crushed her chest.
She turned off the TV and lay down, trying to sleep.
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Roppongi
Akhil arrived.
A penthouse stood quietly under the city lights.
Cheo San's Property.
Akhil checked the time.
1:32 AM.
He jumped the wall and slipped inside like a gust of wind.
Moans echoed from a room.
He entered.
A bed. A blanket. Movement beneath it.
Akhil spoke calmly.
"No security?"
Bu Cheo San froze, throwing the blanket aside. "Who are you?!"
"You don't know?" Akhil said. "I thought I was famous."
Akhil noticed the girl.
He shot Bu Cheo San in the shoulder.
Bu Cheo screamed, falling naked onto the floor.
"WHY—WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"
"Manali," Akhil said. "Taxi."
Bu Cheo's face collapsed. "Are you related to her?! IT WAS ISAKI—"
"I know," Akhil said. "That's why you die in one shot."
Bang.
Bu Cheo San's head snapped back.
Dead.
The girl screamed.
Akhil raised a finger.
"Quiet."
She froze.
Akhil walked out.
Sat in the Nissan.
Started the engine.
"Now," he said softly, "only one left."
Then paused.
"No."
"Two."
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