"Only those who understand the rules can play the game. And I make my own rules."
Tyson's voice echoed, and a strange tension spread through the conference room.
The biggest mafia leaders from London, Russia, and Africa had come here for this deal.
This was no ordinary transaction...Tyson's supply of weapons meant a shift in power and authority in the world.
Tyson sat in his royal chair...his fingers moving in a slow rhythm on the table...the eyes of the people sitting opposite were fixed on him.
The Russian mafia boss asked the first question—"How accurately can these sniper rifles hit a target from a distance?"
Tyson gave a slight smile, opened a file on the table, slid it across to him, and said—"1200 meters. Zero wind effect."
The Russian boss picked up the file and began to read it carefully.
Stepping forward, the African gang leader asked—"Will these rifles come with silencers?"
Without blinking, Tyson replied—"Not only silencers, but every technology that will make you invisible even in the night."
The African boss nodded and smiled.
Now it was the Italian mafia's turn. He stubbed out his cigarette and said in a cold tone—"We will deal in large quantities, but how will we be sure that the delivery will be on time?"
Tyson laughed and said—"Every deal of mine is on time, but whether you will even be able to make a deal with me or not, my rules will decide that."
A stir went through the conference room.
Tyson turned serious. He leaned forward slightly from his seat and said—"I am the King of the London Underworld. Deals will only be made with those who accept my rules."
Everyone began to look at Tyson carefully.
"First rule—" "Whoever betrays will die a dog's death."
Everyone looked at each other. There was no mercy in Tyson's eyes.
"Second rule—" "No one will try to outsmart me."
The Russian mafia boss nodded slightly.
"Third and most important rule—" "No one will even glance at London with ill intentions."
Suddenly, silence fell in the room.
Tyson gave a slight smile and adjusted the collar of his coat.
Not only businessmen were sitting in this conference room—there were also some who wanted to kill Tyson.
After all, who wouldn't want to become the King of the Underworld?
But there was one problem. There was a rule in the underworld—"Whoever attacks first, starts the war." And no one here could risk starting such a big war.
But Tyson's enemies knew that he eliminated his enemies cunningly. Without leaving any evidence. So cleanly that no one could even say that he was the one who did it.
A man who was a London mafia himself, Dan, finally asked Tyson—
"If we make a deal, what will we have to do?"
Tyson slowly looked at his watch and said—"I will tell you when the time is right."
There was a coldness in his voice that lowered the temperature of the entire room.
Now the question was—"Will Tyson be able to complete this deal according to his rules?"
"Or will this meeting turn into a bloody game?"
It was 11:45 PM on Tyson's watch.
Despite the heavy tension in the conference room, the Russian mafia, Marshal, agreed to Tyson's rules without any hesitation.
But the African mafia, Boris, and the London mafia, Dan, who seemed to agree from the outside, were thinking something else entirely on the inside.
There was a fake smile on their faces.
Boris said—"We accept your rules, Tyson." Boris said, with a slight artificiality in his voice.
"We agree to the deal." Dan also nodded, but something else was going on in his eyes.
Tyson looked at both of them with deep eyes...He knew that these two jackals would play games behind his back...but no emotion appeared on Tyson's face.
Getting up from his royal chair, Tyson looked at his watch.
Only one face came to his mind—Hana.
"Deal final." Tyson said in a cold tone and left the room.
Tyson sat in the passenger seat of his car. Romi sat in the driver's seat and started the car.
Tyson's car exited the basement...Romi was driving, and Tyson was looking out the window, but his mind was still on Dan and Boris.
Romi looked in the side mirror and then said in a low voice—"Boss, I don't trust Boris and Dan. I think they will play some trick."
Tyson gave a slight devilish smile and said—"I know, Romi."..."They will definitely play a game..." "And that will be their biggest mistake."
Tyson closed his eyes and said—"Keep our people ready, and keep an eye on every move."
Hearing Tyson's words, Romi nodded and increased the speed of the car.
When the car stopped at the gate of Tyson's magnificent mansion, it was completely dark all around.
Tyson got out of the car, ran his hand through his hair, and went straight inside.
Tyson went straight to his room and looked around. Hana was nowhere to be seen.
Tyson said softly to himself—"Where is Hana?"
A slight crease appeared on his forehead...then he moved towards the balcony with quick steps.
As soon as Tyson reached the balcony, his eyes fell on Hana.
Hana was sitting on the ground, looking out over the railing...her eyes were lost somewhere.
A light cold breeze was blowing, her hair was falling on her face, but she didn't even move.
Tyson took a deep breath. Tyson just kept looking at her for a few seconds.
Then he said softly—"Hana."
No reply.
Tyson moved forward and stood near Hana__he saw that the fingers of Hana's hands had become slightly cold.
"Sitting outside in such cold air?" Tyson asked.
Hana didn't reply. She just kept looking at Tyson silently.
Tyson took off his coat and put it on Hana's shoulders.
Tyson said—"Thinking about something?"
Hana nodded slowly, but didn't say anything.
For the first time, Tyson saw such deep sadness on her face.
What thoughts was Hana lost in?
How will Tyson get close to her?
When will Boris and Dan's plan be revealed?