After the meeting Gun and Goe came to meet King. He was sitting in his chair in the old computer lab of the central block. Why? Because they heard King was in the meeting. "King!! You were in the union meeting with Dark. "Really?" "Yeah, I was," King replied while checking his logbook and writing a roadmap. "I am sure that Dark is choosing you as successor," said Goe. "Nah," replied the king. While raising his head and leaning back, Gun saw something shift in King's eye, like he was hiding something. "Are you sure? If you are not taking it, then who will?"
"Bro, Dark is someone who is not that weak to let his leadership fall because of illness; you have to kill him to become leader," and they both startled, then they left with a sigh.
Meanwhile,
Black-knuckles, around 50 rookies gather in the supply route of 80517, and soon a fight breaks out with unit 3 of Escobar. There were only 20 rookies, with an elite having a basic fighting background. Unit 3 was beaten up badly, but then Elite called Escobar, a smart and responsible decision, and came. Escobar is smoking a cigarette and emerging from smoke; he has his black sunglasses and white jacket with "80517" stitched across its back. Why is your incompetent leader jealous of us? And listen, if you dare to touch my goods, then remember i also sell organs," he shouted while laughing.
And then he stood against 50 rookies. The first few rookies who dared to face a maniac rushed him, and Escobar just dodged and hit the perfect vital point to make them scream, and then after 3 minutes, when all the rookies were screaming in pain, Escobar took his phone out and messaged King. "King, there is an attack in my area; it's Black Knuckles again." Is the union really listening?"
The report reached King when he was on the rooftop; he was playing chess alone. He knocked the queen out and took his phone out. And as he read the report, he lost composure. The man who was calm all the time now broke, and he started screaming, not loud but silently, internally, like a man who has heard something he doesn't want to believe. His hands were shaking, and adrenaline rushed through his body. And then he stood up, and all stopped.
All of his senses came back, but his confidence was dim.
Then he walked down the rooftop. "Viper is going to pay." King said to himself while hanging his jacket on his shoulder.
While King was losing composure, Dark sat in peace in the garden writing in his journals: "What if I died midfight?" A line he wrote. He was thinking about his future. His hands were a little shaky, and his chest was heavy. And he was coughing. He knows that his illness made him weak. He closed his eyes, and all fights and wars he fought flashed before them. Then he smiled and said, "Man, I think this is the time to be retired; I should discuss it with Loghan the other day," and he fell asleep