From Orlondo
After escaping that trap by throwing a smoke bomb, I kicked myself. How could I believe such a thing? Was I that gullible? I had defeated so many people, but I couldn't defeat Mirza Hanoğlu. How was that possible?
The man was like a cat with nine lives. He always landed on his feet somehow and escaped. He continued to run wild with Kutay and Çakır backing him. As we drove, we kept looking back occasionally.
Me, a big guy, had come to fear them. My jaw hurt from clenching it. I was sure that nothing would go right from now on. My ever-trusted bodyguard turned to me. When he said,
"Brother, Cüneyt is dead," I nodded.
"Good, we lost Elfin because of him. In the end, he just died! Damn me for trusting him from the start! He botched everything, the fire incident, the kidnappin
