The black Mercedes-AMG GLE 63 S Coupe smoothly glided down the streets, exuding an undeniable aura of power. Inside, Guna sat stiffly, arms crossed, as he kept stealing side glances at Athavan, who was driving with a calm expression.
Guna's thoughts were running in chaotic circles.
Does he really know someone in AD Tech? What if he embarrasses himself? What if we get kicked out for trespassing?
The weight of these unanswered questions sat heavily on his chest. But he dared not ask.
Athavan, sensing his discomfort, smirked. "Why are you so quiet today?"
"Nothing," Guna muttered.
"Looking at your face, I can tell you have questions. Go ahead and ask. If it's not related to national security, I don't mind telling you."
Guna hesitated. This was his chance.
"…What do you really do?" he asked cautiously.
Athavan chuckled. "Now, that's a top-tier secret. But since you're my brother-in-law, I'll tell you."
Guna leaned forward eagerly.
"Do you know Vishwakarma?" Athavan asked casually.
"The legendary scientist and world's richest man?" Guna's eyes lit up. "Wait… do you work for his company?"
Athavan smirked. "No. I am him."
Guna's excitement instantly died down.
"…Mama, pretend I never asked you anything," he deadpanned, shaking his head.
"See? This is why I don't tell people my identity. No one believes me!" Athavan sighed dramatically.
"Next, you'll say you're the step-son of the British Queen," Guna grumbled.
Athavan chuckled but said nothing more.
The Arrival at AD Tech – Guna's Shock Begins
The car effortlessly passed security, heading straight into the VIP parking zone.
Guna's jaw tightened. "Mama… I think we're in the wrong parking area. This is for the AD Tech Chairman. We'll be chased away!"
"It's fine," Athavan said, stepping out. "Come."
Guna hesitated. Fine?! We're gonna get blacklisted from stepping foot in this place again! He hurried after Athavan, looking around nervously.
As they entered the lobby, a familiar figure was waiting—Raghavan Manoharan, the legendary tech mogul and Guna's idol.
Guna froze mid-step.
OH MY GOD.
He turned to Athavan with pleading eyes, silently begging for permission.
Athavan raised a brow, amused. "Go ahead, he won't bite."
Guna sprinted forward. "Sir! You are my idol! Can I get an autograph?!"
Raghavan glanced at him, then at Athavan walking behind him. A knowing smile spread across his face.
"Don't tease me, Guna," Raghavan chuckled, ruffling Guna's hair before turning toward Athavan.
"Good morning, sir," Raghavan greeted respectfully.
Guna's brain malfunctioned.
"…S-Sir?"
DID MY IDOL JUST CALL MY BROTHER-IN-LAW 'SIR'?!
Guna stared at the two men in complete confusion. Then he noticed something even more terrifying—Raghavan was walking beside Athavan, but half a step behind, like a subordinate.
What. The. Hell.
Guna's entire world turned upside down.
They entered the luxurious executive floor, passing by high-level executives who bowed respectfully at Athavan.
Guna was screaming internally.
Raghavan led them to the Chairman's office—a grand room that screamed power and wealth. But what happened next broke Guna's soul completely.
Athavan casually sat in the Chairman's seat.
Guna's eye twitched violently.
"Mama… you can't sit there."
"That's the Chairman's seat."
"We're both going to get arrested for trespassing."
Athavan smirked and glanced at Raghavan. "Assign him as an intern."
Raghavan nodded. "Of course, boss."
Guna's soul left his body.
"BOSS?!"
A stunningly beautiful woman walked in—Raghavan's personal assistant.
She smiled at Guna and gestured. "Come with me, I'll get you registered."
Guna followed like a mechanical doll, but his mind was still fried.
As they exited the office, Guna turned to the assistant. "Excuse me… I need to ask something."
She arched a brow. "Yes?"
"…Who is my brother-in-law in this company?"
The assistant stared at him, then blinked in disbelief. "You… really don't know?"
Guna shook his head.
She sighed. "Mr. AK is our Chairman. The owner of AD Tech Corporation."
Guna froze mid-step.
"…The Chairman?"
"…The Owner?"
His entire body locked up.
His dream company. The company he had bragged about joining. The company he thought he had to fight to get into.
Was OWNED by Athavan?!
"WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THIS?!"
Meanwhile, inside the office, Raghavan was giving updates.
"The training camp is ready. The boys are ready to graduate."
Athavan nodded. "Good. And the underworld situation?"
Raghavan's expression turned grim. "They're restless. We believe Gang 79 is making a move. They've grown more aggressive, and rumor has it—they've found a new powerful backer."
Athavan exhaled slowly. "I think I know who it is."
He leaned forward, his eyes darkening.
"According to my sources, Raja Sekaran's mother has sent someone to Walaysia. We don't know who he is yet, but it's someone dangerous."
He cracked his knuckles. "We need to contain him fast."
Raghavan nodded grimly. "Shall I alert the Death Troops?"
Athavan smirked. "Not yet. But tell Mathew and the others—our boys must go into the field in three days. Every underground territory must come under our control."
"Notify Joseph, we solve his worry. Those 623 boys will return home soon!"
His voice turned lethal.
"If anyone dares to use a gang name in the future…"
He leaned back, a slow, menacing grin stretching across his face.
"…Break their mouths until they're too scared to utter another gang's name.
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Gang Garuda Hideout – The Storm Gathers
The dimly lit hideout was eerily silent, save for the occasional flickering of a single overhead bulb. The air was thick with tension, the scent of sweat, blood, and cigarette smoke lingering.
At the center of the room, a towering figure sat in the main seat, exuding an overwhelming aura of menace. His bald head gleamed under the weak lighting, his expression carved from stone. The scar trailing down his cheek only made him look more monstrous.
This was Chanda—the man whispered about in the darkest corners of the underworld.
Standing to the side, like a servant before his master, was Gang Garuda's leader, his forehead slick with sweat as he lowered his head in submission.
Chanda's deep, guttural voice finally broke the silence.
"Why… after two months… do you still have no information on that son-in-law?"
His voice was slow, deliberate—like a predator playing with its prey before the kill.
The gang leader flinched. "S-Sir, we've tried everything. No one knows much about him. He appeared out of nowhere!"
Chanda's fingers tapped against the wooden armrest, his long nails scratching against the surface.
"Do I even need you… if you can't do a simple job?"
The gang leader felt his stomach twist.
"I'm sorry, sir!" He bowed deeply. "We only know that he's from India. But suddenly, he turns out to be far more powerful than we imagined. Even Drona Singh, Walaysia's most expensive lawyer, works for him. He has highly trained subordinates, and according to my sources in prison… he was there when Gang Nagas fell."
Chanda's sharp eyes flashed dangerously.
The gang leader swallowed hard before continuing. "Everything was his execution. Every step, every move—he orchestrated it all. But even now, no one knows his true identity."
A heavy silence filled the room.
Then—
CRACK!
The wooden armrest beneath Chanda's fingers splintered under his grip.
His teeth ground together in fury, his breathing slow but seething with barely contained rage.
"No matter who you are… to interfere with our family business…"
His eyes burned with malice as he slowly rose from his seat, his towering figure casting a long, terrifying shadow over the gang leader
The End.