Let's begin the killing mission."
The basement stood drowned in a suffocating silence. The unbearable stench of rotting corpses wrapped around the abandoned place like a cursed veil. Darkness ruled every corner; not even a single trace of light existed in that miserable atmosphere. From the distant jungle came the harsh growls of wild beasts, enough to send chills down anyone's spine. Swarms of mosquitoes buzzed endlessly, their sharp sound slicing through the silence like steel being sharpened before war.
The damp floor carried the nauseating odor of decay so intensely that it twisted the stomach and forced bile to rise repeatedly. The only sound echoing through the silent basement was the steady drip of liquid falling onto the tiled floor and rolling beneath trembling feet.
But it wasn't water.
From cracks in a narrow pipe above, warm crimson drops trickled down like a fountain. They splashed onto a man's head, slid through strands of black-and-white hair, and ran down his rough neck. His spotless white panjabi had already been dyed red. Fear clutched his heart as cold sweat mixed with blood and glued itself to his body.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion-like sound shook Anisul Haque to his core.
Not a grenade. Not a bomb.
It was the sound of smoking grass being crushed under heavy boots.
Terrified, Anisul trembled violently. His widened eyes reflected the horrifying scene unfolding ahead. Compared to the punishment of hell itself, the destruction inside this basement felt even worse to him.
Then, with a loud metallic groan, the basement shutter slowly began to rise.
Light from the outside lamppost slipped through the opening, dimly illuminating the cursed darkness. Removing his shaking arms from his face, Anisul opened his terrified eyes and looked forward. Losing balance, he crashed onto the floor along with the chair tightly tied to his body with white ropes. His entire body shook harder at the sight before him.
Through clouds of smoke emerged three monstrous figures.
From head to toe, they were dressed entirely in black. Their faces remained hidden beneath dark homburg hats. Long overcoats brushed against their knees as they walked. In the half-darkness, the tall, broad-shouldered men looked like grim reapers descending from hell itself.
At the center walked the king of destruction with a short shotgun in hand.
Beside him marched two loyal soldiers.
Their black coats, known in Russian markets as hunting coats, resembled the old 1920s mafia style. Only the silver gleam of the metal buttons could be seen through the darkness. Wrapped fully in black, they looked less human and more like Egyptian mummies brought back to life.
Slowly, their shadows became clearer.
At that exact moment, an old red light above Anisul's head flickered on. The dim crimson glow from the caged lamp illuminated the room, revealing just how terrified he truly was.
The three men stepped beneath the light with mystery hanging from the edges of their lips.
Anisul's trembling eyes froze.
He stared at the sharp jawline of the man in the middle and the two emotionless faces standing beside him, yet he couldn't recognize them. He couldn't understand what wrong he had done to deserve this hatred.
Swallowing hard, he forced strength into his trembling voice and shouted,
"Where is my son?! Why have you brought me here? What else do you want after taking the money?!"
Richard stood directly in front of him.
His demonic mind whispered coldly,
"Life."
Anisul frowned in confusion.
"What?"
Richard let out a low, terrifying laugh.
"Your life."
The color drained from Anisul's face instantly.
"My son... where is my son?!"
Richard smirked.
"Hey boys… let's enjoy the movie."
As soon as he spoke, Naso and Lucas burst into loud laughter. Naso clapped once, and suddenly a blue projector light cut through the darkness. A screen appeared on the wall.
The moment the video started playing, Anisul's expression completely changed.
Every second of the footage pierced him like knives.
"Take my son out of the coffin!" he screamed desperately. "He'll die! He can't breathe!"
Ignoring the severed finger shown on the screen, Anisul focused only on Sadman trapped inside the coffin. He screamed endlessly in panic.
"Please let my son go! I'll give you whatever you want! Take everything—just don't hurt him!"
A cruel smile spread across Richard's lips.
He grabbed Anisul's hair with his tattooed hand and yanked his head upward violently. Pain twisted Anisul's face as strands of hair nearly tore from his scalp.
Richard's jaw tightened.
Veins bulged visibly on his clenched fist.
Volcanic fury burned inside his ocean-blue eyes.
"All you have to do," Richard growled, "is confess the sin you committed fourteen years ago. Then your son walks away safely."
The moment Anisul heard those words, terror crushed his chest.
His eyes widened in horror.
Richard enjoyed every second of it.
"You have only one option," he said coldly. "I'll give you five seconds."
He began counting on his fingers.
Anisul didn't even last three seconds.
"I agree…"
Then, staring directly into Richard's burning eyes, he asked shakily,
"What guarantee do I have that you'll release my son afterward?"
Richard answered instantly.
"Richard Kayanat may not belong among humans… but he never breaks his word."
Within minutes, the atmosphere inside the basement changed completely.
Lucas untied Anisul and sat him upright on a wooden chair. A white sheet covered his bloodied body. Naso placed a laptop on the table and immediately opened a fake account before starting a livestream.
Richard looked less like a human now and more like a machine built for destruction.
A terrifying smile rested on his lips while rage blazed in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Anisul finally began speaking.
"Assalamu Alaikum. I am your beloved leader, Anisul Haque. After today, perhaps the word 'beloved' will turn into a disgusting curse. Truthfully… I was never worthy of anyone's love."
He paused.
"I only wanted to become a good father. In trying to save my son, I became a monster. To fill my own chest with happiness, I emptied someone else's forever…"
Tears streamed down his face.
"I love my son more than anything. Sadman… your father loves you very much. Please don't misunderstand me. I became selfish. I couldn't think about anything except you…"
Breaking down completely, he collapsed onto the table and cried.
Naso silently shut the laptop.
Years ago, despite having no medical issues, Anisul and his wife failed to have a child for eight long years. After endless prayers and treatments, Sadman was finally born.
But happiness didn't last.
Sadman was born critically ill.
Doctors discovered three holes in his heart. After surgery in Chennai, he temporarily recovered, though medication continued. Still, their family somehow managed to survive peacefully—
Until disaster struck again.
Sadman suddenly became seriously sick once more. Further examinations revealed that his heart had completely failed.
His blood group was extremely rare.
Doctors declared that he needed an immediate heart transplant.
Watching his son's pale blue face lying helplessly on the hospital bed drove Anisul insane. At that time, he was only a mayor—not powerful enough to bend the world to his will.
Nobody agreed to donate a heart.
And that was when Anisul Haque abandoned his humanity.
He began abducting neglected slum children and testing their blood groups against Sadman's. He believed no one would care if a poor child disappeared. At most, the news would survive for two days before money buried the truth.
Eventually… they found a match.
A boy named Niloy.
Niloy was Richard's only childhood friend.
Despite the difference in social class, their friendship had always been genuine. Richard had been an introvert since childhood, unable to connect with anyone except Niloy.
When Richard suddenly disappeared years ago, Niloy had been left alone.
Even after twelve years abroad, the first person Richard searched for after returning home was Niloy.
But Niloy had vanished without a trace.
According to the slum residents, fourteen years ago Niloy disappeared suddenly, while his mother died in a road accident and his sick father later passed away.
Richard refused to believe it.
His instincts told him something far darker had happened.
So he dug into the past.
And uncovered hell itself.
Anisul Haque's men had kidnapped Niloy directly from the streets.
Niloy's mother was half-insane from poverty and grief, while his father was physically disabled. After Niloy disappeared, his mother lost what little sanity she had left. Every single day she went to the police station begging them to find her son.
The officers treated her like garbage.
They threw her outside the gate repeatedly as though she were less than human.
One night, while returning from the station, she was crushed beneath a cargo truck. The driver fled immediately. She died on the spot from excessive bleeding.
Nobody even came to claim her body.
Eventually, she was buried in a government graveyard.
Meanwhile, Niloy's bedridden father knew nothing.
He still waited at home, staring endlessly toward the door, hoping his wife and son would return. But the people he loved had already left this world.
Days passed.
No one came.
Eventually, the neighbors noticed a horrifying smell coming from the locked house. Police broke inside and discovered the half-rotten corpse of Niloy's father lying helplessly on the bed.
The day Niloy's mother had gone out for the last time, she had locked the door from outside, leaving behind her sick husband with no food, no care, and no hope.
He survived for a while.
Then he died alone.
And Niloy?
Niloy died during the heart transplant surgery.
To erase all evidence, Anisul Haque's men cut Niloy's body into eight separate pieces. Later, they boiled those body parts inside giant catering pots. The cooked flesh was stripped from the bones and blended into minced meat before being washed away with rainwater.
His skull ended up abandoned in some filthy drain.
The entire process had been supervised personally by Anisul Haque's assistant.
Richard suddenly spoke in a terrifyingly calm voice.
"Wondering why I stayed silent for eight years despite knowing everything?"
Anisul slowly raised his head.
The whites around Richard's blue eyes had turned blood-red with rage. Leaning across the table, Richard grabbed Anisul by the throat with two fingers and growled like a beast,
"You need to hear this before you die. I could've killed your son easily in America. One signal from me would've been enough. But do you know why I didn't?"
He tightened his grip.
"Because I wanted the world to see your true face. I wanted your son to hear the truth from your own mouth."
Richard's lips twisted into a horrifying smile.
"The fear on your face right now tastes sweeter than heaven itself."
His laughter echoed violently across the basement walls, sounding almost inhuman.
At the mention of death, Anisul completely broke down.
"Please spare my son!" he cried desperately. "Kill me instead! He knew nothing about any of this! After today I won't even be able to face him anymore! Please… don't hurt my son!"
Richard replied calmly,
"Of course I'll let him go. I have no use for him anymore."
Then he smiled again.
A terrifying smile.
"Trust me, Anisul… I won't make your death painful at all."
The moment he finished speaking, Lucas suddenly pulled a thick plastic sheet tightly over Anisul's face from behind.
Everything blurred instantly.
Unable to breathe, Anisul thrashed violently. His entire face and neck became trapped beneath the suffocating plastic.
Naso loosened the ropes from his body while Richard walked toward the shutter without even looking back.
Together, Naso and Lucas dragged the suffocating man outside.
Behind the garden house, several guards had already dug a grave.
Richard raised one finger silently.
The guards immediately left.
Naso and Lucas threw Anisul's struggling body directly into the pit.
Alive.
They buried him alive.
Even after that, the rage inside Richard still hadn't cooled. His burning blue eyes glowed like erupting volcanoes as dirt slowly covered the grave.
Then suddenly—
An unfamiliar voice echoed from behind them.
"So this is the secret place of gangster Rid Kayanat."
None of them looked surprised.
Richard slowly turned around with a raised eyebrow.
"Educational qualification?"
Prem frowned.
"What?"
Richard smirked coldly.
"I mean… are Bangladesh's high-ranking officers really so stupid they can't even pronounce someone's name correctly?"
Prem laughed slightly and stepped closer, twirling a pen drive between his fingers.
"I don't know what officers can or can't do. But we do know how to expose mafia secrets."
Instantly, Naso and Lucas pulled out their guns and moved forward aggressively. Prem reacted just as quickly, aiming his own gun directly at Richard.
Richard merely smiled.
Without even turning around, he lifted a hand and stopped Naso and Lucas.
Then he signaled them to leave.
Silently, they obeyed.
Prem narrowed his eyes at Richard, trying to read his expression, but the man's calmness felt like a river hiding unimaginable depth.
Richard suddenly grabbed the barrel of Prem's gun and pressed it harder against his own forehead.
Prem froze slightly at the reckless act.
Richard smiled faintly.
"I heard Officer likes beautiful smiles very much?"
Prem's jaw nearly dropped.
His gun slowly lowered on its own.
Seeing Prem's reddened face, Richard bit his lip and laughed softly.
Then, without warning, his expression turned savage.
"In truth, I liked what you did this afternoon. Otherwise, for daring this much… your place would've been three feet under the ground too."
With that, Richard walked away furiously.
Every step radiated burning anger.
Frustrated, Prem screamed and threw the pen drive deep into the darkness.
Moments later, he left through the main gate and climbed onto his bike. Earlier he had entered by climbing the walls, but this time the guards didn't stop him because Richard had already ordered them not to.
Standing beside the pool, Richard silently watched Prem ride away through the narrow jungle road like a defeated soldier.
Crickets and distant jackals cried through the night.
Veins bulged near Richard's temples in rage.
Unable to find any direct connection between Richard and Anisul Haque, Prem had started investigating Sadman instead. Digging deeper, he discovered the fourteen-year-old heart surgery records.
At first it was only suspicion.
But when hospital reports showed zero infection in the donor's records, Prem became certain something was wrong.
Then he discovered that around the exact same time, a slum boy had mysteriously disappeared.
Searching old news archives revealed another shocking truth—
The slum had once existed right beside Richard's old house.
And Richard and Niloy had attended the same kindergarten together.
Everything connected perfectly.
Prem's instincts told him Anisul would receive another call soon. That was why he secretly waited behind the mansion after pretending to leave earlier with the commissioner.
His guess had been correct.
Anisul had snuck out alone through the back gate without guards or drivers.
Prem followed him directly to Richard's garden house.
Then another thought struck Prem.
Richard's earlier words—
"Your afternoon work…"
Prem himself had been the mastermind behind the second money-rain incident.
That morning, he had secretly replaced the original cash bags with fake money at the platform. He already knew catching Richard so easily would be impossible.
But when Richard showed no reaction after receiving fake money, Prem realized money had never been the true motive behind the kidnapping.
Later, Prem redistributed the real money among poor slum families.
He had grown up in an orphanage himself.
He understood hunger and suffering better than anyone.
Still, one mystery remained unsolved—
Why would a heartless monster like Richard Kayanat willingly let millions be given away to the poor?
Lost in thought, Prem finally reached the city.
And immediately got trapped in Dhaka's endless traffic jam.
Already furious, the massive jam only worsened his mood.
Then suddenly—
A girl's laughter drifted through the air.
Prem turned his head.
Beside a roadside fuchka stall, several girls were laughing together. Among them, one girl laughed brightly, dimples appearing beautifully on her cheeks with every smile.
A mysterious smile slowly spread across Prem's lips.
Meanwhile, Richard climbed upstairs while carrying his overcoat in one hand.
As soon as he reached the bedroom door, a faint crease appeared on his forehead.
All the maids stood gathered outside the room, peeking inside nervously. Their faces were pale with terror.
The moment they saw Richard, they stepped aside immediately, trembling.
Without looking at anyone, Richard entered the room.
Then—
His overcoat slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.
He stopped walking.
A gunshot echoed through the mansion.
Hearing it, Naso and Lucas rushed upstairs instantly.
The moment they reached the doorway, both froze.
Two maids lay bleeding on the floor.
Another sat beside the door covering her ears while crying hysterically.
And in the center—
Reshma was tightly holding Elizabeth against her chest.
Lucas's eyes widened at the sight of blood dripping from Elizabeth's wrist.
Naso immediately looked toward Richard.
Richard stood completely still.
His emotionless gaze remained fixed on the fresh warm blood sliding down Elizabeth's pale skin.
His fists tightened violently.
"I'll bring a doctor immediately, Boss!" Naso said hurriedly.
Richard's jaw hardened.
"No."