The chaos by hacker.....

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MORNING CHAOS

Bangkok woke to a storm. Phones buzzed endlessly, TVs screamed Breaking News, and every channel ran red banners:"Mafia Network Data Leaked! Thailand–Italy–Russia transport details exposed!"The world was on fire. 

Everyone's dirt was dragged into daylight—shipments, weapons, cash routes, even names of small-time alphas in the underworld. The committee was in chaos.

Everyone's information... except two.


William's records—clean as untouched glass.His father's, Khao—the ghost alpha, absent from the Est list.


That silence screamed louder than the noise. Fingers pointed. Paranoia bloomed.


"Who else could do this?""It's William. He cleaned himself, framed us!"


Murmurs twisted into suspicion, knives hiding behind tongues.


Committee Meeting


The emergency meeting was called. Every mafia boss, underboss, and advisor sat in the heavy mahogany hall. Tempers snapped like glass, voices clashed like blades. But then—The doors flung open.


William walked in.


Not walked—claimed the room.


His boots echoed like gunshots. 

His black coat swept behind him like smoke. 

Karan trailed at his side, eyes sharp, carrying the weight of his king's presence. The underboss, William's brother Leo, stiffened, torn between blood and the committee's hungry stares.

William didn't greet, didn't bow. His gaze—steel and basil-scented rage—cut across the room.


"Already barking without the master present?" His voice was calm, cruelly amused.

 "Pathetic."

The room fell into silence.


 One man cleared his throat, dared to speak:

"William... the leak spared you. Only you. That cannot be coincidence—"


William just smirked, dangerous. He leaned forward on the long table, eyes burning.

"You think I need to hide? If I wanted the world to bleed, I wouldn't send whispers on a screen. I'd carve the message into your bodies."


A chill ran through the hall. His brother tried to steady the air:

"phi, they just want answers—"


William cut him off, savage and precise.

"Answers? I'll give you one. Whoever thinks I'm the traitor... stand. Show me your courage before I tear it apart."


No one moved.

 Not a single chair scraped. 

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