The film starts with the Navy SEALs

“Forty-three minutes ago,” Chetri replied quickly, her eyes glued to the screen, trying to glean as much valuable information as possible from every detail of the image, not letting go of any clue that might reveal the truth.

"The gangster boss Mike killed, and his son just happened to be there?" Sergei said with a face full of suspicion. His intuition told him that this was no simple coincidence, and there must be a more complex conspiracy behind it.

“The suspicion is very reasonable. It can’t be such a coincidence. We have a lead on Zayev and the Damach gang. Rorek Damach is the new target,” Colonel Ke Chuan guessed decisively. His eyes revealed determination and resolve, as if he had found a possible path to the truth in this intricate maze of clues. At this moment, he was determined to follow this lead, uncover the mystery behind the whole incident, and wipe out the enemies hiding in the shadows.

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Meanwhile, in remote and tranquil Albania, a quiet dialogue filled with intrigue and scheming is unfolding in a luxurious detached villa surrounded by lush greenery in the Shkodër region.

An elderly man with long hair was lounging comfortably on a soft sofa, leisurely sipping a steaming cup of coffee. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a seemingly gentle glow on him, but his next words were like a cold, sharp blade, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

"I still prefer the old house, Ariana. The four elders have decided how to deal with your family. Your family will be dismantled and reduced to commoners. The entire family business will be divided equally among the four elders and their relatives. Of course, we will guarantee that you and your son will be well-off for the rest of your lives." His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. A faint smile played on his lips. He was completely unaware that his words were like a terrible storm, about to completely destroy a once glorious family.

"You want to erase our family's existence?" Ariana's face instantly turned as cold as ice, her eyes burning with anger and resentment. She stared straight at the old man, her eyes filled with questioning and determination, her voice trembling slightly with extreme anger and sorrow.

“Just think of it as evolution and upgrading. Survival of the fittest.” The old man still smiled, a smile that seemed particularly jarring to Ariana, like the mockery of a demon. He was oblivious to Ariana’s anger and pain, as if it were all perfectly natural.

“The Yangtze River’s back waves push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach. He should have been careful not to get swept away long ago,” Rorek said expressionlessly. His voice was as calm as water, but a hint of resentment and hatred flashed in his eyes. He stood there quietly, like a silent iceberg, but his heart was already churning with turmoil.

"You'd better watch your words. Your father was ashamed of you when he was alive," the old man sneered, glancing sideways at Rorek with eyes full of contempt and disdain. These words were like a sharp blade, piercing Rorek's heart and touching his most sensitive nerve, causing his body to tremble slightly.

The white-haired old man's merciless and mocking words were like sharp steel knives, piercing straight into the hearts of Rorik and Ariana. In an instant, their faces darkened like a sky obscured by clouds, filled with resentment and anger. However, the white-haired old man seemed oblivious, or rather, he didn't care about their feelings at all. He continued his arrogant and unrestrained mockery: "Look at your pathetic state now. If the four elders really wanted to make a move, it would be as easy as turning their hands. In the blink of an eye, they could crush your entire family, like sweeping away insignificant dust, making you disappear from this world without a trace." His tone was filled with condescending disdain, as if Rorik and Ariana's family were nothing more than ants in his eyes, utterly insignificant and powerless to resist.

"Buzz buzz buzz." Just as the tense atmosphere was almost suffocating, Ariana's phone suddenly rang, breaking the oppressive silence. She frowned slightly, and with slightly hesitant movements, pulled out her phone to check the text message. In just one glance, her previously gloomy face instantly transformed into one of confident composure, a slow, mocking smile curving her lips. She leisurely held up three fingers towards the old man, a gesture elegant yet unmistakably defiant, as if declaring something to him.

"What do you mean?" The old man's brows furrowed deeply, his face filled with displeasure and confusion. He stared intently at Ariana, his gaze searching for the meaning behind her strange behavior. However, Ariana's enigmatic smile only deepened his bewilderment, and a growing unease began to creep into his heart.

“Now we have three elders.” Ariana’s lips curled slightly upward, her eyes gleaming with pride, as she spoke clearly and firmly, each word distinct. Her voice seemed to carry an invisible power, as if announcing to the world that a major change had taken place, and that she was the one in charge of this change. The confidence in her eyes suggested that she had the situation firmly under her control.

"???" The old man's eyes widened, filled with disbelief. He simply couldn't comprehend what Ariana meant. This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly sending ripples of panic through his previously confident heart. "Two." Ariana slowly withdrew another finger, her smile growing wider, a smile like a blooming poisonous flower, beautiful yet radiating danger. She continued, "After my husband's death, did you really think we would just sit idly by and do nothing? For so many years, you've always been high and mighty, bossing us around and issuing orders at will, while we've been silently accumulating strength and constantly expanding our power in the shadows, just waiting for this moment to deliver a fatal blow to you." Ariana's confidence stemmed from her meticulous planning and deployment of a breathtaking operation. She had dispatched top assassins, like ghosts, to silently watch the so-called four elders, preparing to launch a stealthy yet deadly assassination.

"You should have paid your men more commission back then," Roryk added sarcastically, his eyes gleaming with vengeful pleasure, as if he were enjoying watching the once-arrogant old man's gradual decline. His voice carried a hint of disdain, seemingly mocking the old man's usual stinginess and arrogance towards his subordinates.

"My men are all loyal to me. Ayi'an has been my bodyguard for many years; he would never betray me." Although the white-haired old man was beginning to panic, he remained defiant, trying to maintain his last shred of authority. He then turned urgently to his right and called out to the bodyguard, dressed in a sharp suit and standing ramrod straight by the door, "Ayi'an, Ayi'an? Ayi'an~~" He called three times, each call louder than the last, trying to awaken the bodyguard's loyalty with his urgent cries, as if a loud enough voice could rouse the bodyguard's dormant devotion.

However, Aian stood motionless, like a puppet whose soul had been ripped from its body. After a moment, he simply turned his head to the other side, adopting an attitude of complete disregard for the old man, as if the old man's shouts were merely an insignificant breeze that had passed by his ear without leaving a trace. The white-haired old man instantly understood that his most trusted bodyguard had betrayed him. This sudden betrayal made him feel dizzy, as if the whole world was collapsing at that moment. But he still tried to remain calm, striving to maintain his outward dignity, and looked at Ariana, coldly saying, "You think you have enough money to pull off this kind of power grab? Don't be delusional; you won't succeed."

“It will be ready soon.” Ariana’s face revealed a confident smile, a smile that seemed to declare to the old man that everything was under her control, and his struggles were futile. Her eyes were full of confidence, as if she could already see herself standing at the pinnacle of power.

"Ariana, please, you should know that you should leave yourself some options. You can't wipe us out. If you do this, it will cause internal strife within the family, and no one will have a good ending." For the first time, the old man finally showed fear. His previously iron-willed tone softened instantly, turning into an almost pleading expression. He knew the situation was extremely unfavorable to him, and a deep fear began to spread in his heart like a tide, almost overwhelming him.

“Of course I won’t kill them all; after all, I need to leave one alive.” Ariana was completely immersed in the thrill of being in control, a confident and composed smile on her face, as if she were enjoying the climax of this game of power. Just as the white-haired old man breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking that he might have escaped this time, she suddenly changed the subject and said, “Unfortunately, that person won’t be you.”

The white-haired old man's expression froze instantly, then turned to extreme terror. His eyes widened like saucers, as if he were witnessing the most horrifying sight in the world. Before he could react, a pair of powerful hands, like iron clamps, tightened around his neck from behind. The one holding him was none other than his trusted bodyguard, Ayian. The white-haired old man immediately felt his breath catch in his throat, a strong sense of suffocation washing over him. His eyes widened, and he struggled desperately, his legs kicking wildly, his hands clawing like chicken claws, trying to pry open the hand that was firmly locking his throat, his nails drawing bloody lines on Ayian's arm. However, Ayian's strength was astonishing, as if forged of steel; the white-haired old man's struggles were futile. Gradually, his struggles became weaker and weaker, his legs began to give way, and his body gradually lost its strength. Finally, with his neck snapped, his eyes bulged outwards, his tongue protruded slightly, and his body went limp and fell to the ground, completely ceasing to breathe, leaving only a pair of unseeing eyes, as if telling of his resentment.

Roryk couldn't bear to witness the bloody scene. His brows furrowed deeply, a look of disgust on his face. He slowly rose, his steps heavy, and walked to the side, turning his head away, unwilling to look at this nauseating sight any longer. Ariana, however, maintained a smile, a smile like a demon admiring its own masterpiece, carrying a cruel and satisfied expression, as if everything that had just happened was a magnificent performance, and she was the director of this performance. Only after the white-haired old man had completely breathed his last did she leisurely pick up her phone, skillfully dial a number, her movements elegant and composed, as if what had just happened was a trivial matter.

"Did you get Calmed?" Ariana asked into the phone, her voice filled with urgency and anticipation, as if awaiting a fateful answer. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, seemingly eager to hear the news that would satisfy her.

"It's all taken care of," a strong, steady voice came from the other end of the phone. He then walked with measured steps to the side, handing the phone to a slicked-back-haired old man in pajamas, his face filled with terror. This old man was Daniel, one of the four elders and the most influential member of the elders' council. Daniel's eyes now revealed a hint of panic and anger; he hadn't expected the situation to escalate so suddenly.

"Daniel, how have you been?" Ariana asked on the phone in a deliberately lighthearted and teasing tone, as if they weren't in a tense, hostile situation, but rather having a casual chat. Her voice carried a hint of mockery, seemingly a deliberate provocation towards Daniel.

"I was wearing a bathrobe, yet my own men pointed a gun at my head. How could things be any better? You did all this, didn't you? Stop beating around the bush and just tell me what you want!" Daniel's voice was filled with anger and helplessness. He had already guessed that Ariana was the mastermind behind this series of events. His tone carried a hint of resentment; once so high and mighty, he had now fallen to such a state. (End of Chapter)