Majeek was seriously pleading. He rushed to his safe, opened it, and pulled out a briefcase stuffed with cash — four million dollars.
“Please, take this,” he said, voice shaking. “For the damage my men caused. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
Alex motioned for Cobra to collect the money.
Then he said coldly, “Listen. You have no right to demand money from people — no area dues, no stupid collections, nothing. You’d better stop that right now.”
Majeek gulped. That was his only source of income, but he had no choice. When the God of War gives an order, you obey. From now on, he would have to live like an ordinary man and work for his money.
After that, Alex and Cobra left.
Majeek was relieved — and deeply grateful to be forgiven.
When they arrived back at the company, police were alr
