For many, the underworld is nothing more than a shadow—a dark and hidden force lurking beneath the surface of society. A place of crime, chaos, and violence. But for those who truly understand power, the underground world is not separate from the real world—it is a fundamental part of it.
It does not simply exist in the back alleys or slums. It runs through the veins of the economy, feeding industries, businesses, and even politicians. It is not a stain that can be washed away. It is a pillar that holds up the system itself.
For three generations, Walaysia's underworld has been a kingdom within a kingdom.
What began as scattered criminal groups, engaging in petty crimes and smuggling, has evolved into a well-organized economic force that thrives in the shadows. The criminal underworld is not simply a collection of gangs; it is a fully functioning parallel economy, embedded deep within the very fabric of society.
Liquor stores operate under the guise of legitimate business while counterfeit alcohol floods the market, bringing in untaxed fortunes. Logistics and transportation companies move more than legal goods—they act as a crucial pipeline for smuggling contraband across borders. Restaurants, bars, and nightclubs serve as gathering points, not just for the social elite but for those who orchestrate the movement of drugs, weapons, and human trafficking. Metal recycling businesses, seemingly harmless to outsiders, function as fronts for laundering dirty money. Massage parlors and high-end entertainment venues are not just places of leisure—they are where power is negotiated, where corruption thrives, where innocence is stolen.
The streets, too, have long been under the control of these underground forces.
Gang Nagas stands at the very center of it all. It is not just a criminal organization—it is an empire. With over 100,000 sworn members, it operates with a strict hierarchy. Local district leaders oversee communities, recruiting young blood, turning schoolboys into foot soldiers, and ensuring their control reaches every corner of the cities. Above them, state leaders dictate the distribution of influence, deciding which industries to dominate and which rival factions must be eliminated. At the very top, the High Command controls the entire underworld, its decisions shaping the fate of thousands.
Gang Nagas does not merely control crime. It controls people.
It offers identity to the lost, protection to the weak, and power to the ruthless. Those born into its ranks see it as a way of life, a family stronger than blood. The gang's symbols are worn with pride, its members hailed as warriors, its enemies crushed without mercy. Loyalty is absolute—until death or betrayal.
And no one—not the police, not the government—has ever truly been able to stop it.
Because to attack Gang Nagas is to attack the foundation upon which the underworld itself stands.
No one in history has dared to try.
But tonight—one man has declared war.
A heavy silence hung in the air.
Joseph Fernandez stared at Athavan, his throat dry, his mind struggling to process what he had just heard. His breath hitched slightly.
"You… you want to declare war on Gang Nagas?" he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you even understand what that means?"
Athavan didn't flinch. His gaze remained steady, sharp, unwavering.
Gang Nagas wasn't just some criminal syndicate. It wasn't a group of street thugs who could be easily rounded up and thrown into prison. It was a massive underground empire, deeply embedded in the political and economic systems of the country. It had connections at every level—police, politicians, businessmen. It was a beast that had thrived for decades, adapting to every attempt to dismantle it.
And yet, Athavan spoke as if its end was already decided.
"You can't just… take them down," Joseph continued, forcing himself to keep his voice steady. "This isn't some local gang. They have entire industries under their control. Their influence stretches beyond Walaysia's borders."
Athavan remained silent, watching him.
"They're everywhere," Joseph pressed on, feeling like he needed to make this man understand the scale of what he was planning. "Their roots go deep into the community. Even if you kill a hundred of them, a hundred more will rise. You wipe out a district leader, another will take his place by tomorrow. If you destroy a branch, five others will still be standing. You can't just erase them."
Athavan finally spoke.
"Let me rephrase something for you. It is not that I want to declare war on Gang Nagas." He leaned back slightly, his voice eerily calm. "I already did."
Joseph's stomach dropped.
Athavan took out his phone and tapped the screen before turning it toward him. The video of Raja Sekaran's confession was already circulating on social media, news portals, and messaging groups.
"I wanted to publicly announce his crimes. By now, every major media outlet has already picked it up."
"What does this have to do with Gang Nagas?" Joseph asked, frustration creeping into his voice.
Athavan smirked. "Do you even know who Raja Sekaran really is?" He leaned back. "He's the bank card for Gang Nagas's black money. He launders their dirty cash, manages their investments, and facilitates their offshore holdings. Without him, the local tyrants of Gang Nagas have no access to their wealth."
Joseph's breath caught.
Athavan's gaze hardened. "By getting him arrested publicly and sealing every route to his release, I sent a message—Gang Nagas's untouchability is over."
Joseph's phone rang.
His hand hovered over it, his instincts screaming.
"If I were you, I wouldn't answer that call," Athavan said casually.
Joseph clenched his jaw. "Why?"
"Because if you do, by tonight, you might be suspended."
A shiver ran down Joseph's spine.
"Relax," Athavan continued. "Listen to everything I have to say first. I dragged you onto this pirate ship, didn't I?" He smirked. "If you want a way out, I'll give you one."
Joseph exhaled sharply, his mind racing.
Athavan's eyes locked onto his.
"I don't offer wealth, power, or authority. But I offer you a cause. A family that will protect you with their lives. A mission to make this world better."
Joseph's eyes widened. And then it hit him.
He had heard whispers. Rumors. Legends.
There was only one organization that moved in the shadows, answering to no nation, no government. This is their sacred philosophy!
His breath shuddered.
"They're real…" His mind raced. "The true moral police of this era… The orga—"
Athavan cut him off with a smirk. "Knowing who we are in your heart will do."
Joseph stared at him.
"Now," Athavan said. "Are you in?"
Elsewhere – The Underworld Boils
A dimly lit lounge. A man in an expensive suit sat before a massive television screen, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Raja Sekaran's arrest played on the news.
CRACK.
The glass in his grip shattered, whiskey dripping between his fingers.
Across the city, phones rang. Angry voices filled the air.
"Shit! How the hell did he get arrested like this?"
"What happens to my money?!"
"My 10,000kg marijuana shipment was handled by him! How do I locate it now?!"
"Idiot! He was already making millions off our deals—why the hell did he scam his own family and get caught for it?!"
For the first time in history, Gang Nagas was shaken.
And they were out for blood.
The End.