Bully Lord

Part-206

The conversation with Sam replayed in his mind, and Rahat realized that this was no ordinary threat. The AIGP was not bluffing, and there was no doubt that he had the means to follow through on his warning. Rahat had always been able to navigate the murky waters of business and politics, but this was something else entirely.

What made it worse was the realization that if Sam had evidence of his wrongdoings, it wasn’t just his company that was at risk. Rahat’s entire reputation, his livelihood, and even his freedom could be on the line. He needed to act—and quickly.

Reaching for his phone, Rahat called Ali back into the office. The assistant entered promptly, sensing the urgency in his boss’s demeanor.

"Ali," Rahat began, his voice steady but carrying an unmistakable edge, "I need you to arrange a meeting with our legal team immediately. And get in touch with our contacts in law enforcement. We need to know everything we can about AIGP Sam, his connections, his allies—everything. Leave no stone unturned."

Ali nodded, jotting down the instructions before leaving the room.

Rahat leaned back in his chair, staring out the window at the city beyond. He had survived many challenges in the past, but this one felt different. Sam wasn’t just a man with power—he was a man with a personal vendetta, and those were the most dangerous kind of enemies.

But Rahat wasn’t about to go down without a fight. If Sam thought he could intimidate him into submission, he was in for a surprise.

The next day, James arrived at the Martial Arts Center with Ryan, both of them carrying their gear and an air of anticipation. The Martial Arts Center was nothing short of impressive—sprawling, with training spaces for nearly every combat sport imaginable. Its reputation stretched far beyond the city, and walking through its doors always filled James with a mix of excitement and nerves. Although their primary focus was on improving their Judo skills, James couldn’t help but admire the variety of disciplines practiced within the walls—boxing, Taekwondo, Karate, and more. He had always been curious about expanding his knowledge beyond Judo.

As they entered, the rhythmic sounds of fists hitting pads, the thud of bodies grappling, and the sharp calls of instructors echoed throughout the center. James and Ryan moved through the bustling halls until they reached the designated Judo floor, where they were greeted by a familiar face—Kashem Chowdhury, Mili’s father. A tall, muscular man with an air of quiet authority, Kashem was a respected master in multiple martial arts and a man of discipline.

“Good morning, sir,” James greeted him with respect, bowing slightly. Ryan did the same, clearly familiar with the customs and rules of the dojo. Kashem’s eyes lit up with a small smile as he observed the boys.

“I’m glad to see you here, James,” Kashem said, his voice deep yet kind. “Mili has told me you’re eager to sharpen your skills, especially your Judo. I’ll be teaching you both today.”