After the fight concluded, Arslan and his crew were summoned back to one of one of many Elijah’s lavish nightclubs to revel in celebration.
The old man, amused over Arslan’s resounding victory, spared no expense in treating his champion and his companions.
Nestled in the VIP section, the group was immersed in a whirlwind of luxury, with bottles flowing freely towards them, as though it were a cascade of confectionery delights.
Surrounded by a bevy of women, the men and Sofia revealed in the festivities, embracing the jubilant spirit of the night with unrestrained fervor.
Amidst the lively revelry of his crew, Arslan found himself in a quieter section of the nightclub, engaged in a private conversation with Elijah.
Seated across from each other, the atmosphere was tinged with a sense of earnestness as Arslan had yet to partake in the drink before him.
“So, what do you have to say?” Elijah inquired, his gaze fixed on Arslan, awaiting the impending revelation.
“Well, before I speak, I have a question for you,” Arslan began, his demeanor thoughtful.
Setting his untouched drink aside, he continued, “Have I ever lied to you?” Elijah’s immediate shake of the head served as a testament to the unshakeable trust between them, acknowledging that while Arslan may embody many things, lying was not among them.
“Then listen closely to what I have to say because you need to hear this,” Arslan asserted, leaning in earnestly towards Elijah across the table.
“A few days ago, I came across information that could affect you,” he continued, prompting a look of confusion to cross Elijah’s features.
“How would it affect me?” Elijah inquired, his interest piqued by Arslan’s cryptic revelation.
“Well, let’s just say there’s a rat on your ship that has been leaking information to the Moyah Family for quite some time,” Arslan disclosed, his words hanging heavy in the air as Elijah’s gaze sharpened, the atmosphere growing palpably tense between them.
“A rat, you say?” Elijah questioned, his tone laced with suspicion, taking another sip before pressing for more details.
“Do you have a name?” he inquired, his gaze fixed on Arslan, searching for answers.
Shaking his head, Arslan admitted his lack of knowledge regarding the identity of the traitor within Elijah’s operation.
Elijah’s concern escalated as he probed further, “Do you have proof, at least?” The gravity of the situation was not lost on him, his hand instinctively reaching for his pistol under the table, ready to shoot should Arslan fail to provide evidence to support his claim with his next answer.
Fournetly for him, Arslan retrieved the piece of paper procured from Mr.
Spark, presenting it to Elijah.
With a sense of urgency, Elijah relinquished his grip on the weapon, seizing the paper to look at its contents.
“What is this?” Elijah questioned, his curiosity piqued as Arslan began to unravel the chain of events that had transpired.
“A few days ago, Mr.
Spark approached me with a job strikingly similar to the ones you have given me with the Jon thing.
However, the troubling question is, how could he know of my involvement with that job when only a select few, including you and myself, know about that information?” Arslan’s words hung in the air, laden with implications that demanded Elijah’s consideration.
Silently absorbing Arslan’s revelation, Elijah lowered the paper, his gaze fixed on the young man before him.
After a moment of contemplation, Elijah nodded in acknowledgment, signaling his understanding of the gravity of the situation at hand.
“Hmmm, that’s interesting,” Elijah remarked, a touch of intrigue coloring his voice as he rose from his seat, returning the paper to Arslan.
“I suppose I have more cleaning to do,” he mused, a steely resolve evident in his demeanor as he began to make his way towards the exit.
Just as he reached the threshold, Elijah paused, a lingering thought seemingly tugging at his attention.
“By the way, did Spark tell you to kidnap this woman?” Elijah inquired, a hint of amusement tingeing his tone as a knowing smile played on his lips.
“Yes,” Arslan confirmed, aware that the revelation could serve as a strategic advantage in weakening the Moyah Family, something that he welcomed.
“Good, good, thanks for the intel, kid,” Elijah acknowledged, appreciating the valuable information provided by Arslan.
“What about the 25% thing ?” Hoping it might now be overlooked in light of the new developments, Arslan didn’t waste the time to bring it up.
“Let me think it over,” Elijah responded, his demeanor contemplative as he deliberated on the matter as he left.
Arslan couldn’t help but feel a sense of optimism at Elijah’s response, seeing it as a glimmer of hope that their partnership could endure the challenges ahead.
After Elijah left, Arslan returned to his section, rejoining his crew in the midst of the vibrant celebration.
Laughter filled the air as they indulged in drinks, dancing without a care in the world, reveling in the joy of the moment as if they were soaring above the clouds.
Unbeknownst to them, two figures across the club fixated their gaze on Arslan’s group.
These were none other than the men with whom Arslan had crossed paths before, their expressions darkened with malice.
“Look at this guy, celebrating like he’s untouchable after what he pulled,” one of them muttered, his voice laced with disdain.
The other nodded in agreement, eyes narrowing with anger.
“Call up the others.
Let’s wait outside and make sure he knows there are consequences for his actions.
We can’t let this slide,” the other man declared, a sense of retribution guiding their intentions.
With a shared glance, the two men swiftly mobilized their cohort, exiting the club with a simmering vendetta in their hearts.
======================== After partying for what felt like an eternity, Arslan and his companions bid farewell to the nightclub, accompanied by the newfound acquaintances they had made during the night.
They made their way towards the waiting SUV that Elijah had arranged for their transportation to Ryder’s crip, eager to continue the fun over there.
=Warning!= =An Attack is Imminent= A window materialized in front of Arslan, causing him to flinch in surprise.
Before he could even turn around, a figure emerged from behind, wielding a bat with menacing intent.
With a forceful strike to the back of Ryder’s head, the assailant swiftly incapacitated him, sending him crashing to the ground.
Arslan and his companions exclaimed in unison as they turned to confront a menacing mob of ten individuals brandishing bats and crowbars, their gazes filled with cold determination.
The leader of the group stepped forward, his voice laced with anger as he addressed Arslan directly.
“You think you can get away with that shit you pulled?” the man at the forefront challenged, his words ringing with a chilling familiarity that struck Arslan as he recognized most of them from the day he took Jon from that house.
Arslan flashed a confident smile before swiftly guiding the girls to safety as he, Nate and ricky stepped forward, ready for Action.
“You think your numbers would save you?” Arslan taunted boldly, activating his formidable skill, [Locked on Target], enhancing his combat abilities.
“You pussies should’ve forgotten about what happened that day, now I have to embarrass you twice,” Arslan declared before charging at the mob without hesitation, leaving Nate and Ricky momentarily taken aback before they rallied to follow his lead.
Arslan moved with astonishing speed and precision, weaving effortlessly between his adversaries as if they posed no threat.
His strikes landed with calculated accuracy, swiftly incapacitating each opponent with powerful punches and swift kicks, rendering them unconscious one after another.
Meanwhile, Nate and Ricky refused to be mere spectators in the unfolding chaos.
They each engaged an opponent, trading blows with fierce determination as they held their own in the heated skirmish.
Sofia and the others watched from the sidelines, their eyes wide with a mix of shock, fear, and admiration.
Amidst the chaos of the brawl, Ryder, blood streaking down his face, managed to stagger to his feet, his hand instinctively reaching for his head as he took in the scene of his boys throwing down with some unknown guys.
“Whoa, who the fuck…” the bewildered Ryder muttered before swiftly pulling out his gun upon spotting someone aiming a weapon at the crowd before him.
*Bang* *Bang* Ryder quickly let off two shots that hit the man square on, bringing the fighting to a sudden halt as everyone scattered in all directions as soon as the gunshots echoed.
Arslan’s voice rose in frustration as he and the others hastily piled into the car, making a quick getaway as the opposing group did the same, dragging their fallen comrades with them.
“He was aiming at you guys, I had to do something,” Ryder defended his actions to Arslan, who cast a wary glance back as the car sped away from the scene.
“Didn’t it cross your mind that there might be cameras around since we are in a public place?” Arslan’s concern shifted towards the potential legal repercussions, rather than the confrontation with the troublemakers.
“Give me your gun,” he demanded, and Ryder complied, handing the weapon over.
Arslan then signaled for Ricky to stop the car by a drainage ditch, where he swiftly disposed of the gun before they continued on their way, leaving the incident behind them.
The car was enveloped in a heavy silence, with only the soft hum of the engine breaking the quietude as they stopped at a red light.
Arslan, positioned at the front, observed the expressions on everyone’s faces before an unexpected burst of laughter escaped him, contagious as it spread throughout the vehicle.
The tension that had gripped them began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of relief.
“By the way, who were they?” Sofia inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Arslan, unflinching, told them the truth.
“Just some fools whose friend I happened to snatch a few days back,” Arslan revealed, prompting a shared look of realization among the group.
Sofia, catching on, spoke up once more.
“So, this was no random encounter?” Sofia deduced, foreseeing what lay ahead.
“Yes.
Stay sharp in the coming days.
It looks like this isn’t over yet,” Arslan cautioned his crew, their expressions turning serious as the gravity of the situation settled in.
They understood that a confrontation with those individuals was inevitable, and it would likely occur sooner rather than later.