Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

"What the hell?!" Harries Singh rubbed his forehead with irritation, the weight of forgotten responsibilities bearing down on him. "I completely forgot about this issue. How naive...! Shit... Shit... Shit..." he muttered, his frustration boiling over into a headache-inducing cry of distress.

Reaching for his walkie-talkie, Harries moved to contact someone, the urgency in his movements evident. But before he could make the call, Das intervened, placing a firm hand over the device.

"Whom are you contacting, General?" Das inquired, his expression grave, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation.

"Of course, the president. I need his permission to form a capable team to stop this impending danger," Harries replied, his voice tinged with urgency and determination.

"Don't do it. You won't succeed if you go through official channels," Das interjected, his tone confident and assured.

"How can you say that?" Harries questioned, his face a mask of seriousness as he searched for answers.

Das met his gaze unwaveringly, his own eyes burning with conviction. "Because the threat we face operates outside the confines of bureaucracy and red tape. We need a team that can act swiftly and decisively, without being hindered by protocol or political manoeuvring."

"General, you guys won't be able to find their nuclear base and their satellite codes. Also, these hidden families have absolute control over local governments. So, it is impossible to stop them by official means.

Moreover, if this information leaks to world leaders, there might be unrest and people might even start a nuclear war before the result came between these two hidden families," Das explained, his gaze fixed on the distant silhouette of Hope Island as his mind raced with possibilities.

As he observed the island, the military camps on the north and south ends revealed themselves in strategic formations. The army camps on the north were arranged in a scorpion formation, with the hidden family members occupying the final venom gland position.

Meanwhile, on the south side, the camps were laid out in an octopus formation. Here, the hidden family held the central position, surrounded by different divisions of the army positioned like tentacles, each at a uniform distance from the center.

Harries looked on with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Then...? Is there any alternative method?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Das turned to face him, his expression resolute despite the grim reality of their situation.

"General, only a rat in a hole will know about another rat. Contact the Shadow clan from the USA. They will help you with locations and satellite codes. Also, you won't have the luxury of going after one family at a time.

Plan correctly and take down the powers of all three families at a time." Das spoke in a serious tone, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, his words carrying the weight of urgency and determination.

General Harries stared at Das with wide-open eyes, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation. "Das, why would the Shadow clan help us? Also, do you have any connection with the Shadow clan? I really don't understand whether you were saying all this for saving the world or using me to clear out the other families.

Are you scheming behind me?" he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion as the war jet hovered in the sky above the island, its engines roaring with intensity.

Instead of replying, Das began to laugh with a seriousness that sent shivers down General Harries' spine. His laughter echoed in the confined space of the war jet, filling the air with an unsettling energy.

"Yes, General, I'm scheming. In fact, I'm the master of the Shadow clan and the Silvester family of South America. I came here to finish off the three families so that I will be the ruler of this world," Das declared, his laughter taking on a maniacal edge as he spread his hands wide, his crimson red eyes glinting with a dangerous gleams.

"Das... enough, stop joking," Harries cried out, his voice tinged with disbelief and growing concern as he began to initiate the landing sequence for the war jet.

But Das's laughter only intensified, filling the cockpit with an eerie atmosphere. "I'm not the one who is joking," he retorted, his voice laced with a chilling seriousness. "I just offered a possible solution to save this world. But instead of considering the possibility, you were doubting me."

As the war jet touched down on the island and the engines fell silent, Harries turned towards Kent with a grave expression. The weight of Das's revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their mission and leaving Harries grappling with the unsettling truth of their situation.

Das met Harries' gaze with a steady resolve, his own expression betraying none of the shock or disbelief that clouded the general's mind.

"Even though I couldn't trust you completely, I will contact the Shadow clan, Das. In whichever case, I can't deny the fact that there is a chance of nuclear war. I will do my best to stop this impending danger. Thanks for reminding me about this," Harries replied with a solemn gaze, his words carrying the weight of their shared responsibility.

Das nodded his head in acknowledgment, a hint of gratitude flickering in his eyes as he prepared to disembark from the war jet. But before he could step away, the general called out to him once more.

"Das..." Harries began, his voice tinged with concern. "I don't know why you're taking the risk by joining this war. Try to stay alive until the end. Even though I can't help you, I can do you a favor. If you ever want to withdraw from this place, just send me one signal."

Das smiled softly at the general's words, touched by the unexpected offer of assistance. "Thank you, General. I'll keep that in mind," he replied, his tone conveying both appreciation and determination.

With a final wave of farewell, Das turned away from the war jet and began to make his way towards the far south of the island, where the forces of the Farus family were stationed in their octopus' formation. He wore his unconventional wooden guitar backpack, which is going to decide this war.

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