Hana was still watching Tyson.
There was a strange pull in her eyes—as if she was trying to read his every move.
Without saying anything, Tyson came to Hana...he untied the belt of Hana's bathrobe and gently let it fall from her shoulders.
Hana's breath caught, but she didn't resist.
Tyson took out a simple blue gown from his closet and held it out to Hana.
Hana stood silently, and Tyson himself helped her put on the gown.
Then, without a word, Tyson took off his wet clothes and changed into others...Hana looked at him, but asked no questions.
Tyson took Hana's wrist and led her to the bedroom...then, without a word, he ordered food.
Soon, a servant came and placed the food.
Tyson sat on the sofa and pulled Hana onto his lap...Hana looked at him in surprise...
"Eat," Tyson commanded.
Hana looked into his eyes, then silently took the first bite.
Tyson fed Hana the entire meal with his own hands.
He didn't want to let her go even for a moment.
As soon as the food was finished, he tilted Hana's chin up with his fingers and said in a stern tone—"You will stay in the room all day. Do not step outside."
Hana nodded slowly.
Tyson sat Hana on the sofa beside him, went to the balcony, and took out his phone.
He dialed a number—"Romi, fix a meeting in the mafia underground for tonight."
"Ok, Boss," Romi's voice came from the other side.
Tyson said—"Tell everyone that Mafia King Tyson Knight is coming..."
Romi asked—"Boss, what will the deal be about?"
Looking ahead, Tyson said—"For a special weapons deal..."
Romi immediately replied—"Understood, Boss."
Tyson cut the call.
Obeying the order, Romi immediately got to work.
Tyson returned to the room.
Hana was still sitting in the same place where he had left her.
Tyson came to Hana and, gently kissing her forehead, said—"Remember my words...""If you don't obey me, I will punish you."
Hana nodded silently.
Tyson placed his hand on her cheek, looked into her eyes for a while, then left without saying anything.
Hana just watched him go.
Tyson sat in his car and drove out of the city.
A few hours later, Tyson's car stopped at a place.
In front was an old ruin—broken walls, a deserted atmosphere, and silence.
Tyson got out of the car and went inside.
He stood in front of an old, cracked wall. Tyson looked at the walls and placed his hand on them.
Suddenly, "Click!"
A soft sound was heard, and a secret door opened there.
Any ordinary person coming here would think it was just a dilapidated place.
But Tyson knew that this ruin was the secret base of his empire..."from where the whole world is controlled..."As soon as Tyson went down the stairs,
a whole high-tech world was in front of him.
Everything was there—
✔ Stockpile of weapons
✔ Software and tracking devices
✔ Hacking systems
✔ Large screens showing live footage from different places
There were cameras in every corner, and everything was in his sight.
This was the place from where Tyson controlled the whole world.
Tyson took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa. He picked up a weapon...there was the same glint in his eyes as that of a true hunter.
Now he wasn't just going for a meeting—something big was being planned here.
Tyson was standing in the secret base, inspecting weapons, when the phone in his pocket vibrated. He took out the phone and saw—it was Romi's call.
"Speak," Tyson said in a cold tone.
Romi said—"Boss, everyone has arrived. They are waiting for you in the conference room."
Tyson glanced at his watch, then replied without any change in expression—"I'm coming."...Saying this, he hung up the call.
Tyson opened the drawer in front of him...he took out a black sniper bullet from inside and looked at it, twirling it between his fingers...Then, he put the bullet back and closed the drawer.
After that, he picked up the coat lying nearby and put it on...There was the same cold, yet dangerous, intent in Tyson's eyes.
He slowly walked out of the underground base and towards his car.
Tyson sat in his black Rolls-Royce and started the car.
The car's speed on the road was steady, but Tyson's mind was racing...today's meeting was extremely important.
Today, a big deal for sniper rifles was to be made—and new faces were involved in this deal.
"Africa and Russia"____that's what Romi had said.
Tyson knew that both these places were dangerous...the people here demanded not only money but also power and loyalty...
"Let's see how strong they are..." Tyson said to himself and looked back in the side mirror.
Four cars were following his car___his personal guards....he never traveled alone.
An hour later, Tyson's car stopped in front of a magnificent building.
From the outside, this building looked like the headquarters of a multinational company, but the reality was something else___the biggest meetings of the underworld took place in the basement of this building.
Tyson got out of the car....four bodyguards immediately took positions around him.
Without looking at anyone, Tyson stepped inside the building.
As soon as Tyson reached the conference room in the basement,...the atmosphere became tense....Everyone stood up—
It was a rule of the underworld—when the King comes, everyone stands.
Tyson glanced at everyone__there was no emotion in his eyes...A royal chair was placed in front of the long table....He went straight there and sat down in his seat.
His body language was saying only one thing—"I am above everyone here."
As soon as Tyson sat down, everyone else sat down in their seats.
Romi came to Tyson.__He took out a file and placed it in front of Tyson__then, said softly—"Boss, some new people have come for the deal—from Africa and Russia."
Without opening the file, Tyson glanced at the people sitting in front.
Two men were from Africa—in black suits, heavy build, and a glint of violence in their eyes.
On the other side sat the people from Russia—fair faces, Slavic looks, and the same icy ruthlessness in their eyes.
"These people have not come just for business..." "They have come to see how powerful the Mafia King really is."
Tyson opened the file and, without any change in expression, looked at the first page.
"Sniper Rifles..." Today's deal was big.
But this was not just a money transaction—it was a game of power and territories.
Tyson lightly tapped the table with his fingers.
Silence fell in the room.
Now everyone was ready to listen to only one person—Mafia King Tyson Knight.
Will the mafia from Africa and Russia accept Tyson's terms?
Or will this deal turn into a bloody war?
What new plan is in Tyson's mind?