The dust in the room drifted everywhere, dancing under the dim light like tiny ghosts of war. Alex unfolded the old tactical map on the table, his hands steady, his eyes sharp. Everyone around him fell silent.
Alex
"Alright… are you ready now?"
Encinto rolled his eyes with his usual dramatic flair.
Encinto
"Just faster, motherfucker. This is not the time to play around."
Alex raised both hands as if surrendering.
Alex
"Okay, fine, fine. So first of all… someone has to ambush Miguel Díaz sneakily. And I want both John and Mark for this mission."
John straightened up like a soldier.
John
"Understood."
Mark thumped his chest.
Mark
"For you, bro."
Alex nodded and moved to the next marker on the map.
Alex
"Second, someone has to clear Miguel's home—his hideout. That will be Zayn and Ray."
Zayn cracked his knuckles with a grin that belonged to a man twenty years younger.
Zayn
"Okay, young man. I'm always ready for action again."
Ray raised a hand.
Ray
"So who's gonna coach you then? And I can't even shoot."
Alex didn't hesitate.
Alex
"If shooting is involved, Zayn can teach you. And I can coach myself. Nobody can interrupt me and Sean."
Ray nodded slowly, accepting.
Ray
"Understood."
Alex pointed at Encinto and Jogo next.
Alex
"For Jogo and Encinto—you both have the main jobs. When Zayn and Ray ambush Miguel's hideout, Encinto will create the distraction there. When John and Mark ambush Miguel here, Jogo will draw attention here."
Both Encinto and Jogo nodded firmly, their faces serious for once.
John
"So where exactly is Miguel's place here?"
Zayn leaned closer.
Zayn
"And his home?"
Alex tapped two red circles on the map.
Alex
"Miguel's house is on the mountain. His place here is the VIP spectator room."
Zayn slammed his palm on the table—BOM!
Zayn
"LET'S GO!"
John and Mark immediately followed Zayn and Ray to the armory room.
Zayn pushed the heavy steel door open. The lights flickered on.
The room was filled with weapons—rows of brand-new editions, shining like they were proud to be used again.
Mark
"Wooow…"
John laughed.
John
"So, Zayn… you always collect your past or what?"
Zayn huffed proudly.
Zayn
"Don't be rude, young boy. I'm always ready to get back into action."
Ray tapped Zayn's shoulder with a nostalgic smile.
Ray
"Yeah… that's my friend."
Nightfall
Alex sat alone in the locker room. The same place he always ended up before everything big. The quiet echoed around him, bouncing off the metal lockers and the smell of sweat and memories.
His hands rested on his knees.
His breathing slow.
Alex (thoughts)
"What will I do now? Is this… what I'm supposed to do?"
He stared at the ground, eyes heavy with the weight of the journey. Every fight. Every bruise. Every revenge. Every loss.
A long sigh escaped him.
At Miguel's Place
Sean punched the heavy bag with everything inside him.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!!
One last punch ripped the sandbag apart. Sand spilled like waterfall.
Miguel slowly opened the door behind him, watching his son through the falling sand.
Miguel
"What now, Sean? What's bothering your mind this time?"
Sean looked up, his eyes burning with frustration.
Sean
"Every single man you hired keeps losing to that bastard."
Miguel walked forward and placed a hand on his son's shoulder.
His voice calm.
Old.
Dangerous.
Miguel
"Don't worry. If the men I hired can't beat him… that just means you can."
For the first time in a very long time, Sean smiled.
Just a little.
But a smile.
THE NEXT DAY – COLISEUM
The entire coliseum turned silent. Everything was dark. The atmosphere felt mysterious, tense, and suspicious. The air was thick with sweat from the previous fights.
A spotlight blasted open at the entrance.
Commentator:
"AND HERE—THE MONSTER! THE PREDATOR WHO SEEKS HIS PREY! THE CHAMPION—SEANNNNN DIAAAAAAZ!!!"
The crowd exploded with cheers. Sean walked out calmly, waving with a confident smile.
At the opposite entrance, Alex stood full of determination. His heart raced. His breath heavy. This was the moment he had waited for.
His spotlight turned on.
Commentator:
"AND NOW HIS ETERNAL RIVAL—THE KINGSLAYER! THE HUNTER! HE RETURNS TO CLAIM WHAT IS HIS! ALEX… HUNTERRRRRRR!!!"
The entire coliseum vibrated. Everyone waited for the most explosive fight of this era.
ROUND 1
DINGGGGG!!!
Alex charged forward.
Sean charged forward.
Both of them thinking the same:
"I'll kill you."
JOHN, MARK & JOGO — VIP MISSION
Mark sneaked toward the lift going to the VIP floor. Bodyguards everywhere.
John and Jogo followed behind.
Jogo accidentally bumped Mark.
Mark: "Shhhh!"
Jogo: "Sorry…"
Mark scanned the guards and CCTVs. Something felt off.
Why did they look like they already expected attackers?
John whispered,
"Bro, what are you waiting for? Let's attack."
Mark: "How? There are too many. If we attack blindly, we die."
Jogo: "Don't forget why I'm here."
Mark & John: "Ahh… right."
Jogo's face turned blue.
"Shit…"
ZAYN, RAY & ENCINTO — MIGUEL'S HOUSE
Behind Miguel's mansion—
Zayn wore gloves. "What you waiting for, Ray?"
Ray: "Bro, how are we supposed to get through this wall?"
Zayn pointed at Encinto.
Ray: "Ah… okay."
Encinto stared at them with fear.
"What…?"
Zayn and Ray climbed onto Encinto's back.
Encinto's face turned red.
"You motherfucker old bastard!"
Zayn: "Thanks, man."
Ray grabbed Encinto's arm.
"Alright… HERE WE GO!"
He pulled too hard—Encinto flew over the wall like a human missile.
Zayn and Ray raised their heads watching him in midair.
Zayn: "I think you pulled too hard."
Ray: "Yeah… maybe."
They fist-bumped.
Encinto fell straight to the ground.
"ARGHHHHH!!!"
THUD
"Ouch… my back…"
Zayn & Ray: "Ughh… that must hurt."
Encinto stood up slowly, holding his back.
"You old man bastard!"
Zayn and Ray walked off.
Zayn: "Faster, Encinto. We have something serious."
Encinto chased them.
"That's MY LINE!"
RING – ROUND 1 CONTINUES
Alex punched Sean.
Sean punched back.
Again.
Again.
Blood splashed everywhere.
Then both of them stopped, faces full of cuts and blood.
Sean (thinking): Is this kid playing with me?
Alex (thinking): So you wanna drag this? Fine. Let's see who survives.
Alex: "Fuck you."
Sean: "You wanna play?"
DINGGGG!
End of Round 1.
VIP ROOM – JOHN & MARK
Jogo sprinted down the corridor screaming,
"ARGHHHHHHHHH!!! I HATE YOU GUYYYSSSS!"
All the guards turned toward him.
John and Mark used that chaos to sneak up behind the two guards in front of Miguel's room.
Mark: "Two guards."
John walked casually.
"So what?"
A guard pointed a pistol.
"HEY! STOP!"
John raised his hands.
Mark appeared behind them—
BAM! BAM!
Both guards collapsed with bullets in their heads.
Blood everywhere.
John: "Good shot, bro."
Mark: "Finally our military training useful. Let's go."
They entered Miguel's room carefully.
Miguel sat calmly, watching the fight.
Miguel smirked.
"So Hunter finally learned his fate?"
John: "Shut up, crazy."
John aimed at his head—
Miguel moved like lightning—BAM!
One punch and John collapsed instantly.
Mark panicked, hand shaking. Miguel's aura felt like death.
Miguel: "So you're the last one."
Miguel charged—
One hit.
Mark collapsed.
Miguel fixed his sleeve.
"So they tried to ambush me, huh?" his face turn pale
Mark smile while just lay on the floor doesn't have energy
"so you scare now"
He run to the parking lot, just to find all of his man beaten up by jogo.
Jogo charge him but. In just blink of eye Miguel take down jogo.
Miguel rush into his car and drive to his house.
MIGUEL'S HOUSE – ZAYN, RAY, ENCINTO
Two guards blocked the door—
Zayn knocked them out instantly.
Ray checked every room.
Encinto: "This is insane. But why are we even here? Miguel isn't home."
Zayn: "We didn't come to kill him. We came to burn this house. Something valuable is hidden here."
Ray: "Yeah. Stop talking and help us."
Encinto sighed. He walked outside and saw hundreds of defeated men lying everywhere. He walk to take some diesel
"What the hell… how strong IS Zayn?"
Inside the room—
Zayn pulled out a secret file from Miguel's storage.
Zayn: "Ray. Found it."
Ray smirked. "Good. Let's go."
Outside, Zayn smoked a cigarette.
He threw his lighter on the diesel trail Encinto made.
FOOOOM!
The whole mansion ignited.
All three walked away coolly with flames behind them.
Miguel arrived—
He dropped to his knees, crying as his empire burned.
Zayn patted his head gently.
"Try better next time, bud."
FINAL ROUND
DINGGGGGGG!!!
Alex: This time I finish him.
Sean charged at Alex—
But Alex didn't accept the punches anymore.
He slipped—
BAM! Hook to the head.
Sean countered.
Alex slipped again—
BAM! Uppercut.
They repeated the brutal exchange for three minutes straight.
Blood everywhere.
Final 5 seconds—
Alex slipped under Sean's punch and unleashed his secret combo:
HOOK! UPPERCUT! UPPERCUT to ribs! HOOK! CROSS! JAB! HOOK! HOOK! UPPERCUT!
Sean crashed to the canvas.
The ref counted—
10!
It was over.
Alex raised his hand, legs trembling.
He eventually collapsed beside Sean.
Alex: "So… what now?"
Sean: "I'm gonna fuck off and live a new life. How pathetic…"
Both of them laughed weakly.
AIRPORT – NEXT DAY
Alex stood with his bag at the gate, ready to leave Italy and find a new path.
John cried loudly,
"Bro… why you have to leave us?!"
Mark smacked his head,
"Shut up. This is his path. Alex, take care. We're training with Zayn and Ray now."
Ray smiled,
"You don't need my guidance anymore. I'll stay with Zayn."
Encinto: "Be better out there, kid."
Jogo: "Man, now you're grown. Meanwhile I'm still childish."
Alex laughed,
"And there's Lazon here…"
Lazon: "What? I can't cry here or what?!"
Alex laughed harder.
"So you're the mystery man from that night?"
Lazon: "Yeah… so you know."
Alex nodded.
"I don't know what else to say… but see you guys later."
He walked toward the plane, waving with a smile.
Inside the plane, Alex looked at the clouds outside.
His dream was bigger than this.
He leaned back on his seat.
"Arghh… now everything is over."