✨✨Elite Hunt ✨✨
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Next Chapter: "The Elite Hunt"
As soon as Abhyash returned to his private jet, he gathered his team. Robert, Layla, and John immediately began studying the files.
"Sir, this ‘Elite Group’ is unlike any ordinary organization. These are the world’s richest, most powerful, and most vile individuals. They kidnap innocent children and sell them. Unfortunately, they have allies within our country—greedy people who help them operate. Most of their targets are orphanages, where they abduct young girls in exchange for hefty payments to the orphanage owners," Layla explained.
Abhyash’s jaw clenched. "Where is their main base?" His voice carried a dangerous edge.
He might have ruled the underworld, but he had never engaged in such heinous crimes. Selling girls, exploiting the helpless—such actions disgusted him. In fact, he had made sure no other mafia in India dared to touch this business. The mere thought of crossing him was enough to send shivers down their spines. He wasn’t just a king—he was The Dragon King, a name that held the power of absolute fear.
"The file lists four possible locations: Switzerland, Dubai, Mauritius, and Russia. But an organization like this would never reveal its true hideout so easily," John stated.
Abhyash’s gaze turned icy. "No matter where they hide, I will find them."
He turned to Robert. "Get the team ready. We attack all locations—simultaneously."
First Target: Switzerland
The night sky over Switzerland stretched endlessly, clear and cold. Snow-covered peaks glowed under the moonlight, their silent beauty masking the darkness that lurked beneath. But Abhyash wasn’t here for the view. He wasn’t here for the lavish parties or the luxury Switzerland promised.
He was here to hunt.
A grand gala was taking place at an exclusive estate in Zurich—a mansion so extravagant that it overlooked the entire lake, shimmering under the golden lights. Inside, the world’s most powerful men and women mingled over champagne, dressed in diamonds and silk. But beneath the glamour, beneath the expensive colognes and polite conversations, something far more sinister was unfolding.
This wasn’t just a party.
It was a transaction. A meeting place for the darkest souls on earth.
And Abhyash was about to tear it apart.
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Layla and John walked into the party, blending in effortlessly. Layla’s black silk gown clung to her body, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. John, in a crisp tuxedo, adjusted his cufflinks, his sharp gaze scanning the room.
They weren’t here to drink.
They weren’t here to socialize.
Their mission was clear.
"Sir, we’re inside," Layla whispered into her hidden earpiece. "Target identified. Johan Wolker—the Elite Group’s treasurer."
There was a pause. Then, Abhyash’s voice came through. Deep. Unforgiving.
"Separate him. I want him alone."
Layla’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as her eyes found Johan at the bar—sipping an expensive scotch, oblivious to the storm coming for him.
She moved in.
"Mr. Wolker," she purred, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I’ve heard so much about you."
Johan turned, his smirk lazy, eyes filled with interest. "Oh? And what exactly have you heard?"
Layla leaned in, close enough for her perfume to intoxicate him. "That you prefer... private conversations."
Johan chuckled, finishing his drink. "Then let’s not waste time, shall we?"
He followed her into a dimly lit hallway, excitement in his steps.
But the moment they stepped inside a private lounge, the door slammed shut behind him.
And that’s when he saw him.
Abhyash.
Standing in the shadows.
Dressed in black, his presence sucked the air out of the room. His gaze, dark and lethal, pinned Johan in place like a predator watching its prey.
The smile faded from Johan’s lips. His breath hitched.
"D-Dragon King…" he stammered, taking a step back. "I—I didn’t know you would be here—"
Abhyash took a slow step forward. "You know why I’m here."
His voice was ice.
Johan swallowed hard. "Look, I’m just a businessman. I handle finances, nothing more—"
Abhyash moved in a blur.
One second, Johan was standing.
The next, he was slammed against the wall, Abhyash’s grip tight around his collar.
"Twenty years ago," Abhyash said, his voice calm. Too calm. "Hundreds of girls disappeared. Tell me everything. Now."
Johan’s chest heaved. Sweat dripped down his temple.
"If I talk, they’ll kill me."
Abhyash’s grip tightened. His lips curved into a cold, merciless smirk.
"And if you don’t talk, you won’t live long enough to worry about them."
The threat was real.
And Johan knew it.
He broke.
Words spilled from his lips, each one drenched in fear.
The Elite Group wasn’t just selling girls. They were training them. Grooming them for the highest bidders. Avika—just like the others—had been taken under the guise of a "program" and shipped off to an unknown fate.
Abhyash’s jaw clenched.
"Avika," he said. "Was her name on your list?"
Johan’s voice shook. "Yes. But I don’t know where she was sent. Her transfer records—they’re in Mauritius. Black Island. That’s where they keep the real files."
A pause.
Then Abhyash asked his final question.
"How do I get in?"
Johan hesitated. But the way Abhyash was looking at him—like he was deciding whether to snap his neck—made him talk. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek, encrypted card.
A key.
A way in.
"This is the access code," Johan whispered. "But even with it… you won’t make it out alive."
Abhyash took the card, pocketing it with ease. His expression didn’t change.
He turned.
Walked toward the door.
And just before he left, he said one last thing.
"You worry too much."
And then he was gone.
Johan sank to the floor, his hands shaking.
Because he knew—
By the time the Dragon King was done, there wouldn’t be an Elite Group left to save him.
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The hunt had only just begun.
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