The most lavish and dangerous party of the underworld took place once a year — "The Devil's Ball." This party was hosted by Tyson, and there was an unwritten rule in the underworld that every mafia, regardless of their country, had to attend.
This time too, the party was held at London's most expensive underground location. The security was as tight as a war zone. Bodyguards with machine guns at the doors, cameras in every corner inside, and snipers on the roof.
The underworld's biggest names attended the party: Dr. Zenith and Den, the Russian mafia marshal, the fearsome Boris from Africa, the cunning Adrian from Australia, Tyson's own people – Ryan, Jordan, Romy, Lucy – and hundreds of small-time mafiosos who were ready to embrace death at Tyson's slightest command.
The party hall was bustling; people were enjoying themselves.
It was at this party that something happened for the first time… something never seen before.
Tyson's Entry
Amidst the noise, music, alcohol, and cigar smoke… all eyes turned towards the door as London's mafia king, Tyson, entered. But this time, he wasn't alone… with him was Hana.
Tyson had personally groomed Hana – a black silk high-slit dress, a thin diamond chain around her neck, hair open, and light makeup… but the most shocking thing was Tyson holding Hana's hand.
Hana's gait held innocence, and Tyson's grip showed possessive intensity.
Every gaze was fixed on them.
Lucy took a puff of her cigar, looked at Adrian, and said, "Tyson hasn't come to play today; he's come to win."
Adrian smiled. "But the game hasn't even started yet, Lucy…"
Den and Zenith's Gaze
As soon as Zenith and Den's eyes fell on Hana, their faces hardened… the glass in Den's hand trembled slightly.
"This girl… we wanted to use her as a pawn, but Tyson has brought her here himself?" Zenith whispered.
Den replied, "She's with Tyson… and now even touching her would be like playing with fire."
Over there, Hana's eyes also met theirs. She shivered for a moment, her face paled… she immediately gripped Tyson's arm tightly.
Tyson didn't take long to understand her condition… he leaned down and whispered softly in her ear, "Don't be afraid, you're with me right now. And as long as I'm here, no one can touch you."
Hana closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if Tyson had become her shield in a storm. And she walked forward with Tyson.
Tyson and Hana headed straight towards the stage… with every step, the atmosphere grew heavier. Every step Tyson took was a declaration – "I am here, and tonight is mine."
Reaching the stage, Tyson stood Hana beside him, picked up the microphone, and said in a voice like a roar, "Hello everyone…" His voice had the same resonance, the same arrogance, and the same fear that the entire underworld was familiar with.
"Every year this party happens. Every year you all come, drink, play, and then leave. But this time…" He paused. His gaze fell on Hana, then on Den and Zenith sitting in front. "...this time the game won't be limited to just the party. This time every pawn will show their true colors." "And remember, this time I am not the prey." "This time some people have dared to sit at the hunter's dinner table… so now I will decide what the dessert will be for them."
Silence fell on the stage. The entire party hall was quiet; some people felt a stirring of fear within them.
Tyson put the microphone aside, took Hana's hand, and stepped down from the stage. Hana was seeing a party for the first time, and this was the biggest mafia party of all, so she was just looking around in amazement.
As Tyson and Hana came down, a waiter approached them and offered them drinks.
Tyson took a drink… but his eyes fixed on a seemingly normal ring hidden in the waiter's hand.
Tyson smiled and said, "Romy…"
Romy immediately stepped forward, pulling out a gun hidden in his waistband, and said, "Yes, Boss!"
Tyson said, "This waiter is fake. And this ring… is a camera."
The waiter trembled at Tyson's words.
Tyson looked into his eyes and said, "The game has begun, but whoever plays… will have to take my permission."
At that single gesture from Tyson, the entire party seemed to freeze.
The waiter's trembling voice still echoed in everyone's ears – "Please, Tyson Sir, forgive me… I was just following orders… don't kill me…"
The waiter was now on his knees in front of Tyson, hands folded, eyes wet, and body drenched in sweat.
Every eye in the party was now on Tyson.
Tyson just glanced, then said in an ice-cold voice, "Your fear tells me you deserve punishment."
And then he gestured to Romy.
Without a word, Romy grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away from the crowd, to where there was no light, only darkness and screams.
Without mercy, Romy shot him dead.
Tyson's face returned to normal as if nothing had happened.
He slowly began to walk around the party with Hana, shaking hands with all the mafiosos, talking cleverly, his demeanor different with each one – sometimes friendly, sometimes warning, and sometimes… just silent.
Just then…
Hana's steps suddenly stopped. Her eyes widened. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat; her lips fluttered – "Mom?"
Tyson looked at her face, then followed the direction of her gaze.
A woman stood near the bar – glamorous, confident, and draped in lethal beauty.
It was – Lucy.
A deep, mysterious smile appeared on Tyson's lips, as if he knew everything beforehand.
He moved closer to Hana, placed his hand on her waist, and whispered softly in her ear, "Relax, delicate doll…" "You will definitely get a chance to meet your mother… but before that, you need to know if she really considers you her need or not."
Hana was shaken to her core.
Tyson's words, as always, had no direct answer, only tangled truths.
Hana looked at Lucy again; Lucy was now looking back at her. But Tyson moved forward with Hana.
Lucy took a sip of her red wine and said to Adrian standing nearby without looking at him, "Looks like Tyson has found himself another new mistress this time…"
Adrian smiled, but his eyes remained fixed on Hana. Adrian said, "New mistress? Or perhaps a new move? Tyson never brings anyone along without a reason."
Lucy's eyes narrowed. She just kept looking straight ahead.
Is Lucy really Hana's mother?
And why does Tyson want to show Hana pain before the truth?
What exactly was Tyson's purpose in bringing Hana to the party?