The next day, the entire underworld plunged into chaos.
All former Gang Nagas members were turning over a new leaf. And the story? It gripped the nation like a wildfire in silk.
The returnees had begun establishing NGOs under the name of reform—helping ex-gangsters find jobs, start clean businesses, and reshape their lives. But the public didn't know how to process it.
Even the families of the 623 returnees struggled to believe it.
Some desperately wished it were true.
Others were skeptical.
Once you step into gangsterism… can you ever really come back?
Old rivals didn't miss the opportunity to mock:
"I was expecting a gang war—damn, those fellas became pussy cats!"
"I guess their balls shrank to sesame seeds once the big dogs got arrested!"
Meanwhile, many ex-Gang Nagas members who hadn't attended the gathering were furious. Watching their former leaders abandon the throne and turn to reform? It tasted like betrayal.
—
Inside the newly established Dharma Foundation Office, Gajendran sat in the meeting room with nine other core members.
His face was stone. His tone, steel.
"This level of retaliation… still within the scope of our projections," he began. "Now that our offices are being set up, we move to Phase Two."
He glanced around the table.
"We've been given orders—no one is allowed to utter any gang name moving forward. No more symbols. No more slang. It ends now."
One of the others leaned forward. "Brother… before we target others, shouldn't we focus on our own people first? Let's clean up internally."
Gajendran shook his head.
"No. That'll take too long. We clean the streets in one sweep."
He tapped a folder on the table.
"We'll split the facili-team into two units. Three hundred members will focus on center development. The other three hundred handle street purification and recruitment. The ten of us will oversee the operations. The remaining thirteen will coordinate with Command Center."
He looked up.
"This is Leader Mathew's directive. We begin tonight."
And with that, the second wave purging begins.
Officially, street cleaning operation starts!
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Gang Garuda Headquarters
A deep, guttural laugh echoed through the compound—long, unrelenting.
It wasn't joy.
It was rage made theatrical.
It was Chanda.
The laugh sounded like a demon rousing from a hellish pit—raw, cracked, and furious.
He laughed so hard… it felt unnatural. Because his fury had boiled past violence—into madness.
"This act…" he growled between fits of laughter,
"…is a direct insult. A blade to the roots of our empire."
He rose slowly, his giant frame casting monstrous shadows across the room.
"He really thinks he can stop all crime and underground trade with just 600 reformed dogs?"
His voice dropped into a growl.
"We built this empire across all of Asia. We fund the underground Drugs, Weapons, Human trafficking, Organ's trafficking. Every deal struck in the shadows bears our blooded signature. We manage all their profit made of these deals by runs world bank for black money"
He slammed his fist against the liquor cabinet.
Glass shattered. Bottles exploded. Whiskey bled down the wall.
"He dares challenge a hundred-year legacy with red bands and silence?
Who… the hell… is he?"
He turned to the shivering boss of Gang Garuda.
His eyes burned.
"Send a message to Drona Singh."
"Tell him—Chanda of Naraka demands the identity of the one pulling his strings."
"Tell him…"
"…the demon awaits."
"…and he better come kneel before me… while he still has legs to kneel with."
And the fire of retaliation was lit
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Department Zero HQ
An aged man sat behind his desk, flipping through the latest intelligence reports on the 623 returnees and the growing influence of the Dharma Foundation.
Page by page, he studied in silence—until finally, he let out a long, deliberate breath.
"I think it's time we meet him," he said quietly.
"We can't allow him to run wild in this country unchecked. Someone needs to remind him… law and order still exist here."
He looked up—sharp and focused—at the officers standing before him.
"Inform that Joseph boy. I want a meeting.
Summon him to our HQ."
One of the officers blanched.
"Sir… bring him here? But that would compromise the location of Department Zero's base."
The aged man chuckled. It was dry. Knowing.
"You still believe he doesn't already know where we are?"
He pushed the report aside.
"Just tell Joseph—I've summoned that man to Department Zero HQ.
9 a.m. tomorrow."
A pause. Then softer, almost amused:
"He'll come.
You still underestimate him."
...................
While the most powerful man in Walaysia and Asia's most wanted criminal were sending messages demanding to meet him… Athavan was facing a crisis far more dangerous.
A pink one.
"Do I really have to drive this car? Why can't we just take mine?"
He was almost begging.
Dhiviya slid into the passenger seat without a shred of mercy.
"Nope. I still prefer my cute pink BMW—the one you bought for me. Be a gentleman and drive me to the supermarket. Appa's birthday is tomorrow. He never lets us celebrate, but this year, I'm making it happen. So let's go. Chop-chop."
Athavan sighed, shoulders sagging in defeat. There was no winning.
He truly regretted ever buying pink car.
He should've punched himself in the face the day that decision was made.
Dhiviya smirked inwardly.
"Hmph. If he drives his car, he looks even more charming. And every woman on the street can't stop staring.
At least in the pink car, fewer eyes wander.
Good job, Dhiviya."
Her internal victory parade was interrupted by his visible discomfort.
"Why do you look so annoyed? Do you hate going out with me that much?"
She pulled her classic five-cent face.
Athavan shot her a sly side glance.
"Are you… trying to play a psychology game with me?"
He chuckled.
Dhiviya crossed her arms, pretending to pout.
"Who asked you to dress like a runway model everyday lately? Everywhere we go, girls keep looking at you. Consider this… punishment."
And then—
Ting.
Followed by another.
Ting.
Two messages. At the same time.
He glanced at his phone while driving.
One from Drona Singh.
One from Joseph.
Both carried the same heavy weight—summons.
One from the head of Department Zero.
The other… from Chanda himself.
Athavan smirked to himself, one hand still on the wheel.
"So it begins. Phase Two."
The End.