In the cafeteria, the silence was broken only by the heavy footsteps of **Golgo** and **Rahale Afsani** as they entered. Every eye was on them. Golgo looked like a walking bomb, but he was strangely quiet.
Suddenly, a slick, confident guy stepped out from a corner table: **Vager**, No. 2 in the Mosquito Group.
"Well, well, look who decided to crawl back," Vager drawled, circling Golgo slowly. "The great Golgo, one-tapped by a history book. You're a disgrace, mate. Max is already talking about demoting you to No. 7."
Vager was pure ragebait, throwing insult after insult, but Golgo didn't flinch. He didn't even meet Vager's eyes. He just stood there, a statue of humiliation.
Vager sighed dramatically. "At all, you're my teammate and cute buddy. I'll take care of him. You need to rest." He clapped Golgo patronizingly on the shoulder.
Golgo said nothing. Rahale just watched, her expression unreadable. Vager had clearly taken control of the situation.
***
Meanwhile, in the dusty storeroom, **Hawk** was moving fast. He was throwing a sharp Jab and a powerful Cross, trying to hit **Thor Belfrin**.
Thor, still holding the paralyzed **Murg** upright with one hand, dodged every strike with zero effort. It was like fighting a ghost.
Frustrated, Hawk changed tactics. He dropped low, going for the takedown, transitioning into the ground-and-pound sequence Hank had taught him—a move designed to finish a street fight fast. Hawk landed hard, smashing his fist down.
*CRASH!*
Hawk looked up, panting. He hadn't hit Thor. He had smashed a dusty wooden chair. Thor was still standing exactly where he started, Murg still frozen beside him.
Thor slowly clapped once. "Impressive movement, Stroke. Good use of leverage."
He smiled, a cold, knowing expression. "But I know someone who used that move a thousand times better than you. What was his name, hm... hm... Oh, yeah. Hank."
Hawk froze instantly.
Hawk stood his ground, ignoring the tingling sensation in Murg's shoulder where Thor's power had just been. The mention of a dead man had clearly rattled the Black Centipede member.
"How do you know him?" Hawk demanded, cutting straight to the point.
Thor looked away, his usual coldness momentarily replaced by something distant, almost sad. "He just died a year ago. I was here, so… I saw it."
Murg, now fully conscious and rubbing his arm, understood the shift in mood. Thor finally dropped his hand from Murg, letting him move freely. Thor then pointed firmly toward the exit of the cluttered room. "This storeroom is only used by Black Centipede. You have to go."
Before Hawk could argue about trespassing, the doorway filled with another person. It was a young guy, looking completely unremarkable except for the huge headphones covering his ears. Murg immediately stiffened, recognizing the newcomer.
"Hawk, stop talking," Murg whispered urgently. "That's HighQ. He's the Vice President, the real boss behind Thor."
HighQ ignored both Hawk and the recovering Murg. He walked straight up to Thor, a wide, knowing smile spreading across his face. He spoke loudly, his voice booming in the small space, clearly meant for everyone to hear. "Heyy, brother! Wacha doin'? Did someone come here?"
Thor didn't bother explaining the situation to the intruder. He simply looked at Hawk and Murg one last time and told them to leave.
***
The scene shifted entirely to a different, more opulent room where the Mosquito Group leadership was gathered. Golgo was standing there, clearly injured from his earlier fight, being harshly insulted by the No. 2 of the group—a man whose name was never important enough to be spoken aloud.
"You let a mere kid humiliate you!" the No. 2 hissed, spitting out the words.
Suddenly, **Max Somsun**, the leader of the Mosquito Group, stood up. He was the one everyone feared, and his presence instantly quieted the room. He looked at Golgo, not with disappointment, but with a chilling sense of purpose.
"Go," Max commanded Golgo, his voice low and intense. "Burn that bastard who embarrassed you in front of all your people." Max leaned in, his eyes burning with shared hatred. "The only thing that ever exists for us is revenge! Revenge from Vager! Revenge from me! And now, revenge from Stroke!" Max finished with a terrifying finality. "Go, Golgo, go and break that bastard's every possible bone." The order was clear: the time for strategy was over; it was time for brutal, personal vengeance.
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