Yuri's POV
The moment I stepped into the Hanamitchi main hall, I knew something was wrong.
Not the usual tension. Not the controlled, suffocating pressure we were used to.
This was chaos.
Elders were already standing—standing—voices raised, overlapping, anger echoing off the high wooden walls.
The Headmaster stood at the center, his calm completely shattered, a tablet clutched tightly in his hand as screen after screen flashed with headlines that refused to stop.
"Explain this!" one elder barked, slamming his cane against the floor so hard the sound cracked through the hall.
Another turned toward me sharply, eyes blazing. "You were in charge of external affairs—how did this happen under your watch?!"
My jaw tightened, but I didn't respond immediately. Because on the screen—
Everything was there.
Accounts.Deals.Transactions that were never meant to see daylight.
Exposed to the Public something that is irreversible.
"This isn't a leak," the Headmaster said, his voice dangerously low now. "This is a coordinated attack."
"Attack?" another elder scoffed. "This is annihilation against the Hanamitchi's!"
Voices rose again, louder this time, panic seeping into every word.
"Shut it down!"
"Call our people—"
"It's already spreading globally—"
I stepped forward slightly, my eyes narrowing at the screen, my mind racing faster than the chaos around me.
No.This wasn't random.This wasn't luck.
This was power a calculated and precise movement Executed without a single mistake.
Someone didn't just expose us—They ended us.And for the first time in years…I felt something unfamiliar crawl up my spine.
Not fear.But something close.
Whoever did this better not show me there face otherwise they'll know who Yuri Hanamitchi is....
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Angelo's POV
The bass at Kingsground pounded through the floor, each hit vibrating through the air as bodies clashed in the underground ring. Blood. Sweat. Money. Chaos.
My world after office.
I leaned back in the VIP section, watching the fight below with mild interest, a drink untouched in my hand as one fighter slammed the other into the ground.
Pathetic.
Then—My phone buzzed.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Annoying.
I pulled it out lazily, ready to ignore it—
Until I saw the sender.
My expression shifted instantly.
The League..
I opened the message.
And for the first time in a long time—
My blood ran cold.
"You've been removed from the League effective immediately."
Silence.
The noise around me faded into nothing as I read the next line.
"These are the orders from The head of the League."
For a second, I didn't move.
Then—
I stood up so abruptly the chair behind me crashed to the ground.
"Who the hell gave that order?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the music as heads turned instinctively.
No response.
My grip tightened around the phone.
Another message came in.
"Stand down Fernandez, don't try to do anything foolish or against us. Or everything on you goes public next."
My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
Blackmail?
Me?
A slow, dangerous smile spread across my face—but there was nothing amused about it.
"So that's how it is…" I muttered under my breath.
I looked down at the ring, at the chaos, the power I controlled here.
And for the first time—I realized something had shifted.Someone had just reached into my world—And tried to pull me out of it.
My eyes darkened.
"Find out who did this," I said coldly to the leo and harrington who were sitting beside me.
"Now."
Because whoever thought they could strip me of power like this—
Had just declared war.
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Kaizer Watson's POV
The glass shattered against the wall before the assistant could even finish speaking.
"What do you mean frozen?" I snarled, my voice echoing through the office as the man in front of me visibly flinched.
"Sir—the North-East operations—accounts have been seized, shipments halted, and—"
"Impossible!" I cut him off sharply, my hands slamming against the desk.
Another phone rang.
Then another.And another.Every line.Every contact.Every backup.One by one—Falling apart.
"This is a setup," one elder snapped, pacing aggressively across the room. "Someone leaked internal data—this level of exposure isn't possible otherwise!"
Another slammed his fist down. "Years of work—gone in minutes?!"
My chest rose and fell heavily, rage burning through every vein in my body as the screens in front of me continued flashing with headline after headline.
"Watson Industries under investigation—"
"Illegal operations exposed—"
"Authorities closing in—"
No.
No this wasn't happening.Not to me.Not to my money.
"Find out who did this," I ordered, my voice dangerously quiet now—the kind that came before something far worse. "I don't care what it takes. I want names."
Silence.Because deep down—They already knew.This wasn't just an attack.This was someone powerful enough…To bring us to our knees.
And that realization?
It didn't just bring anger.It brought something far more dangerous.Fear which is the last thing I feel...
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Keifer's POV
The news played quietly on my phone screen.
I watched it.
Every headline.Every exposed file.Every name dragged into the light.
Watson holdings,the company Kaizer had build through illegal channel's..
Crashing.Burning.
Falling apart piece by piece.And for a moment—I just stared.
Then slowly—A smirk formed.
"So…" I muttered under my breath, leaning back slightly. "Looks like someone beat me to it."
I didn't know who did it.Didn't know how.But one thing was clear—The empire that had suffocated me my entire life and brought glory to Kaizer was finally cracking.
My father.
The elders.
All of them scrambling.
Losing control.Losing power.
And for the first time—I wasn't the one being cornered.
I exhaled slowly, my gaze darkening slightly as another headline flashed across the screen.
"Watson Holdings Collapse Imminent."
Good.
Let it burn.Let all of it burn.Because whether it was me—Or someone else—This only made one thing easier.
My path.
My claim.
My inheritance.
And somewhere deep inside—Despite everything going wrong…Despite everything I had lost—
One thought crossed my mind.
My mom and.....her...