UNDER HIS RULES

At the same time, he launched two attacks to destroy Twin Dragon. Opportunities don’t come twice, right? He didn’t care how easy it was to accomplish everything. Ah, and don’t forget the assistance they received from someone that the Twin Dragon ruler would never suspect.

True.

He shouldn’t worry, right? All because of the unexpected betrayal from Sam’s side. A faint smirk appeared, though concealed by the face covering. He prepared himself with a fully loaded firearm, ready to confront the enemy.

But he forgot, there were still forces protecting the Twin Dragon stronghold. And the silence was eerie. In a situation like this, silence during an attack indicated danger. Perhaps the place had already been evacuated by its inhabitants. Perhaps they were preparing a counterattack.

Shortly after his troops breached the entrance, explosions occurred throughout the large mansion. Many of the soldiers he led were affected. The deafening sound and the spewing flames forced some of the black-clad soldiers to retreat. The screams of pain from those caught in the explosion filled the air.

The man himself fell to the ground from the impact of the recent explosion. His head suddenly throbbing, unable to hear anything due to the close proximity of the blast. Not to mention his eyes, which needed time to adjust due to the smoke. He shook his head slowly to regain composure. His legs felt heavy, and his hands were in pain.

Despite the pain, he struggled to get up, only to be met with a barrage of consecutive gunshots. The heat hit his shoulder and chest. The pain intensified as hot lead struck parts of his body, including his head.

The joy of victory he had felt earlier vanished. Darkness enveloped him. His body writhed, drenched in blood.

“Die!” cursed one of Sam’s subordinates. “The rest, attack! Show no mercy!” Someone shouted loudly. But earlier during the attack on the stronghold, he himself had been one of the victims. Not seriously injured, just a wound on his head that had been bandaged.

However, in his embrace, his loyal comrade, who had always accompanied him and spent time taking care of their boss’s vehicle, met a gruesome end. The friend’s body was partially charred from protecting him. A burning hatred and anger surged within him. He would not let anyone who dared to cause chaos in this stronghold go unpunished.

In addition to protecting everyone inside, Yongki was determined to eliminate those who dared to launch the attack. Just like the man whose head he was now stepping on. He spat as a final gesture of respect for the life that was already confirmed to be extinguished. Then, without hesitation, he pushed through the smoke, swiftly aiming the newly acquired weapon to disable his enemies.

The silence that had dominated the vicinity of the stronghold was now filled with a hail of gunfire. Several SWAT-logoed soldiers also joined in, pushing forward to incapacitate the men in black uniforms. Some of them joined forces with Sam’s subordinates, moving without protection, armed only with unwavering determination and anger at the audacity of intruding on the stronghold. It might sound trivial, but for all of Sam’s subordinates, the stronghold was a sacred place to protect.

In addition, there was a woman who suddenly became a new source of strength. A woman whom the ruler protected. Most of Sam’s subordinates understood that she needed to be well protected. In fact, the woman said, “Defend this place. This is Sam’s home. He’s away, right? He should return here when he comes back. So… let’s guard it well and to the best of our abilities. I won’t leave the stronghold until Sam returns.”

“Damn!” he cursed as he dodged a bullet aimed at him. It narrowly missed his shoulder. No, he wouldn’t be defeated until everyone who invaded this stronghold was dead. That was his determination.

Yongki made sure his firearm was fully loaded. Without hesitation, he unleashed hot lead at his opponents. Two fell immediately, while another collapsed with a cry of pain as Yongki aimed at his leg. He stumbled slightly from his previous actions of taking cover from the debris.

“Capture one of them alive.” One of the SWAT-uniformed men ordered loudly. “Boss Ferdi wants an interrogation.”

That’s true. Not everyone should be slaughtered without a trace. Undoubtedly, the boss also wanted to know who was behind the attack that stirred up the Twin Dragon in a rage.

“You go left, bro. Make sure there are no infiltrators or further attacks,” he said, pointing to some of Sam’s other subordinates. “The rest of you, go right and to the rear. And the rest will follow me.”

The assistance from the police force was initially met with weapons. The situation made them more cautious. However, Ferdi’s orders and Sam’s words conveyed through the airwaves were enough to make them lower their weapons. At least these uniformed men were on the same side.

And the arrival of the troops was not too late.

The order was immediately carried out without much question. The task of protecting the stronghold itself had been a cause for doubt among the twenty people under Ferdi’s command. But the commander’s orders were unquestionable.

“Watch out, boss!”

His name was Rudi. He shouted loudly as his eyes caught sight of one of the men in black uniforms aiming a pistol at a police officer. Feeling there was no time to push the officer out of harm’s way, he could only shout to protect those who shared the same goal.

Unfortunately, the shot was perfectly aimed. Its sound deafened anyone who looked their way. And when the sound of a body drenched in blood hit the ground, silence followed.

“I’m late, aren’t I?” Deni asked with a laugh.

The police officer blinked slowly. He immediately turned his gaze to where a group of armed youths had arrived. Their motorcycles were still running, a sign that their arrival was truly timely. Just in time to disable the man in a black uniform who had aimed his pistol at the officer.

“You’re okay, sir?” Deni greeted with a wide grin.

“Thanks, bro.” The officer raised his hand. If these Sam’s subordinates, whose names he didn’t even know, had arrived late, he would have been the one lying in a pool of blood, struggling for life.

“No problem.” He instructed the other Sam’s subordinates to unload their belongings. “I’ll take care of it from Flown. Anne is also ready to return with Bang Hugo. Rudi, help me unload the box from the car behind.”

“Got it!”

“The rest of you go to your respective positions. I have to make sure there are no further attacks from the right and the rear.”

“Understood, boss!”

On the other side of Sam’s headquarters, Beatrice and Uti were on the third floor. From the room that Beatrice occupied, not Sam’s room that she often visited, she could observe the movements below. She didn’t have to stand on the balcony, as it was extremely dangerous. It could be that one of the attackers, from an unknown origin, was aiming a weapon at her without her realizing it.

All the tactics and methods to counter the imminent attack had been communicated to all of Sam’s subordinates. They moved with whatever weapons they had, but their determination was strong until the sudden assistance arrived. Beatrice still remembered the faces of those stern-looking and expressionless people as they forced their way in and explained that they were under Ferdi’s command.

“Ferdi is Sam’s partner from the police side,” Ute said, disliking it. But Beatrice could understand why she didn’t like the police, considering Ute’s past experiences.

However, this time they had to work together to repel the sudden attack, right? It wouldn’t make sense to quarrel and defend their egos in a situation like this. Some of them received assistance in the form of weapons to incapacitate the seemingly well-armed adversaries. They also needed to figure out what to do because it seemed that Sam’s subordinates inside the headquarters were outnumbered by the gang that wanted to take over the place.

Those who were injured were immediately redirected through a secret door where several silent ambulances were waiting to provide medical treatment. Everyone moved quickly because time couldn’t wait for too long. They couldn’t afford to be unprepared to face an attack that could be far more terrifying than the recent airstrike they experienced.

Meanwhile, Beatrice and Ute headed straight to the third floor, where they could find a safe place to take cover until the situation allowed them to descend and devise a new strategy. Beatrice herself was armed with a pistol given by Ute, who explained its usage as simply as possible.

“I’ll go to Sam’s room first, Miss. There’s something I need to retrieve,” Beatrice said, feeling dizzy from Ute’s instructions on how to use the firearm, but suddenly remembered one item that Sam had asked her to get.

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“Yes.”

In less than five minutes, Beatrice was already at Sam’s room door. She had securely packed what she wanted to take.

“What did you take?” Ute asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

“My jackknife,” Beatrice said with a faint smile.

“How can you think of a jackknife at a time like this?”

Without answering, Beatrice chose to lead the way. They headed to a different room that was often used to observe the movements of people in the headquarters without being noticed. Beatrice had just discovered the existence of such a room in Sam’s headquarters. She wanted to be impressed, but the timing was not right.

Armed with a long-range telescope, Beatrice monitored the situation. Her hands trembled because at any moment, the intruders could break in. Her life could be in danger, but she wasn’t afraid at all. She just needed to fight, right? Although she couldn’t fully comprehend Ute’s instructions on how to use firearms, perhaps due to the desperate situation, she would become skilled.

The urge to take cover and protect oneself could make a person strong and enable them to use whatever was available, including the small pistol that Ute had given her.

“Any news from Sam?” Beatrice asked without taking her eyes off the telescope.

“No,” Ute whispered. “In a situation like this, all of Sam’s subordinates act according to the ruler’s directions, Beatrice. Defend and attack. No regard for their own lives.”

“That’s why I disagree with going with you because I believe everyone here will defend themselves. It wouldn’t be fair if I save myself while leaving others behind.”

Ute smiled faintly. “You have clever thoughts, Beatrice. But it’s actually inconvenient for me.”

Beatrice didn’t really want to respond because Ute’s words suddenly sounded strange. However, she focused intensely on the scene at the end of the telescope. “It seems there is no threat from the rear. They have been successfully neutralized, Miss.”

“Good to hear that.” Ute stared at Beatrice, who was fully engaged in her task. She had deliberately cut off the intercom that she used to communicate with Anne and Sam… Since the black-haired girl insisted on staying inside the headquarters, as if she could contribute in her own way, Ute had utilized her well.

“No news from below, right, Miss?”

Ute approached slowly. In her hand was a pistol that, with a single movement, could easily incapacitate Beatrice. The girl didn’t understand anything except pleasing Sam. Uti knew that. That’s why her cunning smile emerged.

“Ute?” Sensing something odd, Beatrice turned to look. She was shocked to find the loaded weapon pointed straight at her head.

“What’s going on, Ute?”