Bully Lord

Part-185

James, barely able to stand, took a deep breath, his face hardening despite his fatigue. "We don’t have much time, then. If we’re going to hit them, we need to move fast before they get wind of what happened here."

Dwip, ever the strategist, nodded in agreement. "We’ll need to approach quietly. If they have lookouts, we’ll have to deal with them first."

As Ryan, James, and Dwip regrouped and strategized their next moves, the unmistakable sound of rapid footsteps echoed from the far end of the slum. Sourov and the other Judo Club members, who had been fighting other gang members and had become separated, arrived just as the dust from the final battle began to settle. They surveyed the scene, noting Arad slumped unconscious against the wall and Jeren, defeated and gasping for breath on the ground. The remaining gang members, seeing their leaders vanquished, quickly raised their hands in surrender, signaling their submission.

Sourov, catching his breath, glanced at Ryan, James, and Dwip. "Looks like we missed the main action," he said with a small grin. "But we’re ready to help clean up."

Ryan wiped sweat from his brow and nodded. "You came at the right time. We’ve got the information we need, but there’s still more work to do."

One of the other Judo club members, a tall guy named Peter, stepped forward. "We’ve got enough evidence now. Between the fight and what Jeren spilled, we should report all of this to the police. They’ll take care of the Spider Eyes group from here."

There was a murmur of agreement from the group. It seemed like the most logical next step, especially with the Spider Eyes gang on the back foot.

Dwip, leaning against the wall and wiping the blood from his hands, nodded in agreement but added his own idea. "I could hack into one of their key accounts, maybe the gang’s finances or communication network. We could expose everything—names, operations, connections. Once it's public, the Fire Fly Group won’t be able to interfere."

James, still catching his breath and nursing his bruises, pulled out his phone. "That sounds solid," he said, wincing a little from his injuries. "But I’m calling my father first. He’s a high-ranking police officer, and he’ll make sure this gets handled the right way. We can’t afford for the Spider Eyes or Fire Fly Group to slip out of this."

Just as he was about to dial, a hand clamped down on his arm. Startled, James spun around to see a man standing there, dressed in a dark suit, looking completely out of place in the grimy alley. The man’s eyes were sharp, and his presence felt imposing despite his calm demeanor.

"Who are you?" James asked, keeping his voice steady but cautious.

The man didn’t immediately answer. He looked over at Arad, still unconscious, and then glanced at the defeated gang members, as if assessing the situation. Finally, he turned back to James, his expression cool but serious.