The National Walaysia Police Headquarters was in chaos.
Phones rang nonstop. Officers scrambled from one department to another. Reporters swarmed outside like vultures, demanding statements. The entire nation had woken up to the impossible—a mass arrest of over 400 hardened criminals, including the top brass of Gang Nagas.
Inside the high-security conference room, Commissioner General Syed Sulaiman sat in stunned silence, fingers steepled as he listened to the latest reports. The weight of the situation pressed down on him like never before.
"This… this was beyond anything I expected. I had hoped he would rise like a phoenix after this crisis… but he came back as a dragon! Did I make a mistake by abandoning him earlier?"
He had anticipated riots, street wars, political fallout—but not this. No one had expected Joseph Fernandez to turn the underworld inside out in a single night.
The room was packed with top-ranking officers, intelligence officials, and government representatives. A tense silence stretched between them.
Finally, someone spoke.
"This was supposed to be a containment operation," muttered Deputy Commissioner Tan, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "How… How did it turn into the biggest mass arrest in our country's history?"
A senior intelligence officer cleared his throat. "We should be asking a different question—who helped Joseph?"
That sent a ripple of unease through the room.
All eyes turned to Joseph Fernandez.
He stood near the window, arms crossed, his face unreadable.
"You think I colluded with some outside force?" Joseph's tone was flat. "I am just as clueless as you. When we arrived, everyone was already tied up."
The room fell into another heavy silence.
No one believed Joseph could have pulled this off alone.
Someone—some unseen force—was behind him.
Someone too powerful to ignore.
Beyond the police force, chaos spread into the highest levels of politics, business, and underground dealings.
A top politician, the Minister of Internal Affairs, sat in his private study, his face pale. He clutched his phone, his voice shaking.
"This isn't possible… They arrested Rajendran Bala?! Who the hell is behind this?"
A wealthy businessman deleted encrypted messages from his phone, his fingers trembling.
"If they talk… if they expose our deals…" He didn't finish his sentence.
A senior police officer burned documents in his office, beads of sweat rolling down his neck.
"We need to cut all ties. Act like we never knew them."
The balance of power had been destroyed in one night.
And the unseen mastermind behind Joseph Fernandez was now their greatest fear.
Joseph stood in the conference room, watching his colleagues argue.
He knew exactly who orchestrated this.
He knew exactly why this happened.
But he wasn't about to say it.
Suddenly, the doors of the conference room swung open.
A group of men entered, dressed in plain yet official attire. Their posture, discipline, and silent confidence made it clear—they were no ordinary officers.
Joseph's eyes narrowed.
"Who the hell are these people?"
Commissioner General Syed Sulaiman's face changed immediately. His usual composed demeanor cracked—he stiffened, then immediately stood up and saluted.
Joseph's stomach dropped.
Who were these people?!
The man leading them smirked, his sharp eyes scanning the room before finally settling on Joseph.
"We will take over from here." His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable authority behind it.
Then, he pointed directly at Joseph.
"And you."
Joseph blinked. "Me?"
The man nodded. "Yes. Follow us."
Joseph's muscles tensed. "And who, exactly, are you?"
The man smirked slightly.
"Department Zero."
Silence.
The entire room went ice cold.
Joseph's heartbeat spiked.
Department Zero…?
They were a myth within the police force. A ghost division, rumored to operate in the shadows—monitoring the nation's most classified threats.
Some believed they were just a conspiracy theory, a story used to scare corrupt officers into behaving.
But now, standing right in front of him, the myth had become real.
Joseph's throat went dry.
"What the hell have I gotten myself into…?"
Press Conference: The New Face of Justice
Two hours later, a press conference was held at the National Walaysia Police Headquarters.
Joseph stood in front of the cameras, addressing the nation.
Behind him, Commissioner General Syed Sulaiman and other high-ranking officers sat, but the attention was solely on Joseph.
He was the man of the hour.
The nation was in shock. Hundreds of criminals taken down in a single night.
The official story was controlled carefully.
Joseph downplayed the mysterious events—hiding the fact that an unknown force had assisted in the operation.
Instead, he focused on the facts.
"Raja Sekaran was the financial backbone of Gang Nagas. His arrest led to the biggest shakeup in the underworld's history."
"This was not just a victory for law enforcement—it was a message. No criminal is untouchable."
"Justice will be served."
The media exploded.
"The nation has a new hero."
"Joseph Fernandez: The man who took down Gang Nagas!"
"Is this the turning point for Malaysia's war on crime?"
As Joseph stood under the bright lights, a mixture of pride and unease filled him.
The public loved him.
The police force feared him.
"Athavan… Damn you."
His jaw tightened.
This was all part of his plan.
And Joseph had played right into it.
"He said I'd be the hero of the country."
"He said I'd have no choice but to take credit for this."
And now, every news channel, every social media post, every high-ranking official saw him as the face of justice.
The cameras flashed, and the people cheered.
But Joseph knew the truth—this wasn't his victory.
He was just the face of someone else's war.
"The more they call me a hero, the more I realize... I have no control over this narrative."
And that terrified him.
Somewhere in the shadows, many eyes was watching this news.
Deep in the criminal world, chaos brewed beneath the surface.
Gang Nagas had fallen.
But other gangs weren't celebrating.
They were watching.
Waiting.
In a dimly lit bar, a group of gang leaders sat in silence, their drinks untouched.
One of them—Shah Malam Rahman—exhaled a slow breath.
"This… This isn't normal."
"Gang Nagas fell overnight," another muttered. "What makes you think we're safe?"
A younger leader, fists clenched, snarled. "We should conquer their territories before some else did!"
An older gangster scoffed, shaking his head. "And get wiped out next?"
Silence.
They all understood.
The balance of power had shifted.
And until they knew who was behind it, they wouldn't dare make a move.
The Old Woman's Wrath
Somewhere in India, inside an opulent mansion, an old woman sat on a golden throne-like chair.
Her fingers tightly gripped a silver cup.
SMASH!
The cup shattered against the marble floor.
Her aged but sharp eyes burned with fury.
"Who. Did. This?"
A trembling servant bowed before her.
"M-Madam… it was Joseph Fernandez. A police officer."
The old woman's lips curled into a slow, sinister smile.
"No. The police don't play the game like this. There's a much bigger force at work."
Her eyes darkened.
"A powerful force… I can feel them moving in the shadows."
She leaned back, exhaling slowly.
"And I want my son, Raja Sekaran, back."
She turned toward the massive doorway.
A shadow stood there.
A towering man, 7.5 feet tall, bald, with eyes that burned like embers in the dark.
Chanda.
The air around him felt heavier.
His presence alone was suffocating.
"Chanda," she said, her voice as smooth as silk, yet sharp as a knife. "Go to Malaysia."
Chanda gave a slow, deliberate nod.
"Find out who did this."
"Save my son and his family."
Her voice turned cold.
"And most importantly… bring me Vasanthan's family. Alive."
She smiled, her teeth gleaming under the chandelier.
"I want them to experience a fate worse than living."
The End.