A man name Tamas who is fearless mafia of the Philippines during his birth he lost his parents. He suffered a lot in his childhood. Everybody hates him. Nobody likes to play and talk with him

These things made him cold-hearted, fearless, painless and feeling less.

" Sir, Day after tomorrow you have meeting with gangster of UK." [His Assistant told him]

" Oh, what's his name ? " [Tamas asked]

" Sir, his name is Augean Forger he is a famous gangster of UK "[His Assistant]

" Oh really!" [Tamas]

" Yes sir , he is perfect in his profession" [ His Assistant]

" Oh , then who is your boss me or Yugean ?" [ Tamas]

" Ofcouse you sir" [ His Assistant]

" Then why you praising him the most" [ Tamas angrily]

"Forgive me sir "[ His Assistant]

" There is no word like Forgiving in my dictionary "[ Tamas]

After saying this Tamas pulled out his gun and point it towards his assistant .

" Gun ! no sir.... please don't shot me ... sir..sir..

A loud noise ... than the whole environment becomes silent..

" There is no Forgiveness in my world. Clear the mess" [Tamas]

Door knocks...

" Come in ..." [ Tamas]

" Hello Mr. Sam, why did you call me ?" [Tamas ]

Sam Sion, the right hand of Tamas and his best friend. When the whole world hated him, Sam was the one who stood beside him without fear, without questions, and without ever turning his back on him.

" My lord, There is a mole among us. So, we need to identify the mole..." [Sam]

“A mole?” Tamas lit his cigarette slowly, his cold blue eyes scanning the room.

“Fear makes men see shadows everywhere, Sam. But if there truly is a traitor among us… then let them keep hiding.”

He smirked darkly.

“Because the moment I find out who betrayed me, I won’t just kill them… I’ll make an example out of them.”

Sam stayed silent for a moment before speaking again.

“My lord… the information leak started three weeks ago. Someone from inside is feeding our secrets to the enemies.”

Tamas exhaled smoke slowly, his expression unreadable.

“And you think the traitor is close to me?” he asked coldly.

“Yes,” Sam replied. “Very close.”

The room fell silent.

Tamas stood up from his chair and walked toward the giant glass window overlooking the city lights of the Philippines.

“Interesting…” he muttered.

“What are your orders, my lord?” Sam asked.

A faint smirk appeared on Tamas’ face.

“Do nothing.”

Sam frowned slightly. “My lord?”

“If there truly is a mole among us,” Tamas said calmly, “then the rat will panic sooner or later.”

He picked up his coat and loaded his gun.

“And when fear takes control…”

His cold blue eyes darkened.

“…people start making mistakes.”

Sam lowered his voice.

“My lord, your flight to the UK is ready."

Tamas crushed the cigarette beneath his shoe and picked up his black gloves.

“So my rival wants to meet me,” he said with a cold smile.

“Should we increase security?” Sam asked carefully.

Tamas looked at him with fearless eyes.

“Security is for people who are afraid of dying.”

After saying this, he walked toward the exit while his guards followed behind him silently.

Outside, black luxury cars were already waiting for him. The cold night wind brushed against his face as he entered the car.

Sam sat beside him.

“My lord… what if the mole is connected to Augean Forger?” Sam asked.

Tamas looked out of the window at the dark city lights.

“Then this meeting won’t end with a handshake,” he said coldly.

The convoy moved toward the private airport while darkness followed the name feared by the entire underworld—

Tamas.

After a long flight, Tamas finally arrived in the UK

.

The cold morning wind brushed against his black coat as he stepped out of the private airport

A luxurious black car was already waiting for him.

“Good morning, Mr. Forestine. It’s been a long time since we last met.” — Raffy

Raffy was the son of the man who once served the Forestine family with absolute loyalty.

After his father’s death, Raffy continued serving the family without question.

Tamas glanced at him calmly before entering the car.

“You’ve grown older.” — Tamas

Raffy laughed awkwardly.

“And you’ve become even scarier than before, Boss.”

The car moved through the streets of London in silence.

“So, where is the meeting being held?” — Tamas

“Capilina City. Volkov Building.” — Raffy

Tamas looked outside the window, his sharp eyes cold and unreadable.

“Who’s attending?” — Tamas

“The biggest mafia leaders and underground businessmen from different countries.” — Raffy

A faint smirk appeared on Tamas’s lips.

“Sounds boring.” — Tamas

Raffy sighed helplessly.

“Only you can call a meeting full of dangerous criminals boring.”

After a few seconds of silence, Raffy spoke again.

“There’s someone there who wishes to meet you personally.”

Tamas slowly closed his eyes.

“Who?” — Tamas

“Augean Forgers.”

The atmosphere inside the car instantly turned heavy.

Raffy tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

“They say he controls half of the UK’s underground market.”

Tamas gave a cold smile.

“Then today… I’ll meet the man who thinks he rules the darkness.” — Tamas

Two hours later, the car stopped in front of the massive Volkov Building.

The moment Tamas stepped out of the car, armed guards lowered their heads respectfully.

Inside that building—

Monsters of the underworld were waiting.

He entered the venue.

“Good morning, Mr. Forestine.”

A man greeted Tamas politely, but Tamas ignored him completely.

The man froze in confusion.

Why did he ignore him?

What was going on inside Tamas’s mind?

Meanwhile,—

“Sir, Mr. Tamas has arrived. What should we do now?” one of the men asked.

Augean calmly lit a cigarette before replying—

“Wait for my orders. No one moves without my permission.” — Augean

Inside the grand hall, mafia leaders and gangsters from different countries sat in their seats while silently waiting for the meeting to begin.

And among them—

Tamas sat quietly like a king entering his battlefield.

Everyone inside the hall was curious to see the man Tamas had been waiting for.

Then—

The main doors slowly opened.

A tall man entered the hall with a calm but dangerous aura surrounding him.

“Good morning, everyone. My name is Augean Forgers.” — Augean

Tamas lifted his eyes toward him.

“So… you’re Augean Forgers.” — Tamas

Augean smirked slightly.

“And who might you be, gentleman?” — Augean

Tamas stood up slowly.

“First of all… don’t call me a gentleman.”

“My name is Tamas Kamin Forestine.” — Tamas

The atmosphere inside the hall instantly turned heavy.

Both men stood face to face while everyone around them watched in silence.

Nobody dared to interfere.

Two rulers of darkness had finally met.

What would happen next?

What was Tamas planning?

Those answers would be revealed in the next chapter...

“Oh, so he is Tamas… great. I finally meet you. I can’t forget that day when you—”

Augean thought in his mind.

“Mr. Forger… Mr. Forger!” (a man called)

“Yes!” Augean replied.

“Thinking in a meeting is not suitable for a gangster.” (unknown voice)

An unknown man appeared in the meeting hall.

“Oh! It’s you.” Augean said.

The unknown man stepped forward slowly, his shoes echoing through the silent hall.

“Still the same, Augean… lost in thoughts instead of actions.” he said coldly.

Augean’s eyes narrowed.

“You don’t belong here.”

The man smirked.

“Neither do half the people sitting in this room… yet here we are.”

Murmurs spread across the table. The tension thickened.

Augean leaned back, voice calm but sharp.

“If you came here to play games, you chose the wrong stage.”

The man tilted his head slightly.

“No games. Just truth.” He paused.

“And truth is… Tamas is not what you think he is.”

A heavy silence dropped over the hall.

Augean’s expression changed for the first time—slight, controlled, dangerous.

“Careful.” he said softly.

“You’re speaking about someone you shouldn’t even name.”

The unknown man smiled faintly.

“Or maybe… I’m the only one here who knows exactly why he should be named.”

The lights flickered once.

And for the first time, the meeting didn’t feel like a negotiation anymore…

It felt like the start of a war.

The room stayed silent after his words.

“The Leave…” the unknown man repeated softly, almost like he was tasting the name.

Augean’s gaze hardened.

“You talk too much for someone who just walked in uninvited.”

The man didn’t react. He simply placed a small envelope on the table.

“I didn’t come to stay.”

A pause.

“I came to leave something behind.”

One of the guards moved forward, but Augean raised his hand—stopping him.

Slowly, Yugean reached for the envelope.

“If this is a threat—”

“It’s not.” the man cut in.

“It’s a reason.”

Augean opened it.

Inside was a single photograph.

His expression froze for a fraction of a second.

Then it returned to cold control.

“Where did you get this?”

The man finally stepped closer.

“From the place where everything you trust… starts to break.”

Silence hit the room again.

Augean closed the envelope slowly.

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

The man turned slightly toward the exit.

“I know.”

He paused at the door.

“That’s why I’m leaving.”

And just like that, he walked out.

But the name he left behind…

Was heavier than his presence.

The hall stayed silent after Tamas spoke.

No one moved.

No one even dared to breathe too loud.

Augean finally broke it.

“If he really worked for you… then this isn’t just betrayal.”

Tamas didn’t look at him. His eyes stayed fixed on the sealed envelope on the table.

“It never is.” he replied.

A pause.

Then, colder:

“Betrayal is just the surface. What matters is what it’s hiding.”

Augean frowned slightly.

“Hiding what?”

Tamas finally looked up.

And for a moment, the room felt smaller.

Not fear.

Something worse—certainty.

“A war I already buried once.”

The lights above flickered.

This time, nobody called it coincidence.

The doors burst open.

A guard rushed in, breathless.

“Sir… the man who left—he’s gone. No trace. But—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Augean snapped:

“But what?”

The guard swallowed hard.

“He left something outside.”

Tamas turned slightly.

“Say it.”

The guard lowered his voice.

“A message. It says… ‘The Leave has already begun.’”

Silence dropped like a blade.

Augean looked at Tamas.

“What does it mean?”

Tamas stared at the door for a long moment.

Then, quietly:

“It means he didn’t come here to warn us.”

A pause.

“He came to open something that was never fully closed.”

He turned toward the exit.

His voice turned final.

“Lock every route out of this city.”

Augean’s eyes widened slightly.

“You think he’ll strike now?”

Tamas stopped at the doorway.

A silence stretched.

Then—

“No.”

A beat.

“I think he already started… and we’re just realizing it now.”

He stepped out.

The hall remained frozen behind him.

And for the first time, everyone understood—

The Leave wasn’t an arrival.

It wasn’t even a warning.

So what exactly was it?

A revenge plan… or something far bigger?

And why did Tamas say he had “buried it once”?

Most importantly—who really left that room first?