The table was covered with maps, documents, and half-empty glasses of water. Faisal leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, confidence dripping from his smirk. Rayyan paced the room, double-checking every point of the plan. Malik sat sharpening his knife, his eyes gleaming with excitement for the hunt. Ameer, fingers dancing across his laptop keyboard, whispered updates to himself as he tracked Daniel's latest shipments.
For the first time, they truly believed they were ahead of the legend.
They thought they'd trapped a king.
They didn't realize the king had set a trap for them instead.
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The First Attack - A Message From Hell
The knock on the door was quiet, almost polite. A small package lay on the doorstep — black paper, tied with a silver string. No note, no name.
Malik was the first to grab it. He tore the paper off with impatience, but the moment the box opened, the room filled with silence.
Inside lay a severed hand — fingers broken in every direction, the word "TRAITOR" carved deep into the palm. Malik's breath caught in his throat.
It was his closest street contact. The man who had stood by him for years.
Ameer reached into the box, pulling out a small USB drive tucked under the bloody wrist. His hands shook, but he plugged it into his laptop.
The screen flickered to life — and there was Daniel, wine glass in hand, seated in his tower.
"Every step you take… I already walked it years ago."
The camera shifted, showing the tortured faces of Ameer's informants — some barely recognizable through the blood and bruises.
A child's face appeared next — the son of one of Rayyan's oldest military contacts.
Daniel's voice was soft, almost gentle.
"You're not fighting me. You're fighting your own choices."
A single gunshot echoed through the room as the boy was executed on screen.
The laptop crashed against the wall, smashed into pieces by Ameer's trembling hands.
"He knows… He knows everything."
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The First Break - Ameer Cracks
Sweat poured down Ameer's face. His breaths came fast and shallow.
"He knows all the names. All the moves. We're not safe anywhere."
Malik grabbed his knife, but for once, the blade didn't feel like enough.
Rayyan tried to calm them down, but the weight was too much — even for him.
For the first time, the brothers felt hunted.
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The Second Attack - The Safehouse Breach
Before they could recover, the lights flickered — then died completely.
The first explosion shook the ground beneath them, rattling the windows. The second tore through the kitchen wall, sending smoke and debris everywhere.
Daniel's men didn't come to kill. They came to break.
A thick gas filled the air, burning their eyes and throats. But it wasn't poison — it was something far worse.
A hallucinogen designed to trigger paranoia, fear, and madness.
Malik's mind twisted first. Shadows flickered around him, faces turning into Daniel's assassins, eyes glowing with death.
When Rayyan reached for him, Malik spun — blade flashing toward his brother.
Rayyan barely blocked the strike, wrestling Malik's trembling hand away from his throat.
In the corner, Ameer screamed — convinced Daniel's men were inside his mind, whispering his own death sentence.
Faisal, coughing through the gas, dragged Ameer toward the exit — but Ameer fought him, screaming, "You're one of them! You're one of them!"
They escaped into the cold night, but not as brothers. They fled as broken men.
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The Final Attack - A Message on the Streets
They stumbled into an alley, gasping for air. But the nightmare wasn't over.
The walls were painted in blood, a single message stretching across the bricks:
"ONE BY ONE, YOU WILL FALL."
Ameer collapsed against the wall, his fingers clawing at the brick like a trapped animal. Malik slammed his fist into the wall over and over until blood poured from his knuckles. Rayyan stood frozen, his mind blank, the calm shattered.
Faisal stood at the center — but for the first time, there was no plan, no words, no escape.
For the first time, he was afraid.
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Daniel's Masterstroke - Breaking the Shield
While they gasped for breath, the final blow landed.
Across the world, on dark web forums, in government channels, in criminal networks — Daniel released their identities.
Photos. Names. Bank accounts. Business links.
The Four Brothers weren't just hunted by Daniel anymore — every gang, every syndicate, every bounty hunter on the planet wanted their heads.
Dead or alive, their faces were worth millions.
The brothers didn't just lose the fight — they lost their cover, their safety, their name.
There was no more hiding.
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The Final Scene - Faisal's Breakdown
In a dark, abandoned storage unit, the four brothers sat in silence.
No money. No army. No allies.
Malik's fists shook, craving violence with no target to hit.
Ameer sat curled up, whispering to himself, fighting shadows that weren't there.
Rayyan watched his brother Faisal — the man who had always been their mind, their confidence, their hope.
For the first time, he saw fear in Faisal's eyes.
Faisal's voice finally broke the silence — low, trembling, empty.
"We lost."
The words sat heavy in the air, like the first dirt thrown onto a coffin.
But under the weight of fear, under the silence, deep in Faisal's mind — something flickered.
A tiny spark — buried beneath the rubble of failure — refused to die.
The spark of the man who would rise.
The spark of the man who would rebuild.
The spark of the man who would destroy Daniel — piece by piece.
His fingers curled into a tight fist, nails digging into his own palm until blood dripped to the floor.
His lips barely moved, but Rayyan heard it.
"This isn't over."
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End of Chapter 34 - The Night the Brothers Fell