Silas drove through the deserted industrial zone in complete silence, the only sound being the daunting sound of his black car engine cutting through the night.

The coordinates on his phone screen glowed faintly as he navigated the maze of abandoned warehouses and rusted shipping containers.

Pier 17 loomed ahead — a decaying structure with broken windows and graffiti-covered walls. He parked outside the massive sliding doors, killed the engine, and stepped out into the cold air.

His eyes scanned the darkness. No visible guards. No obvious traps. Yet every instinct told him this meeting was anything but ordinary.

He pushed open the heavy metal door. It groaned loudly in protest.

Inside, the warehouse was dimly lit by a few hanging industrial lamps. In the center of the open space stood three women dressed in form-fitting blue ninja attire that hugged their athletic figures.

Their outfits were sleek, yet clearly designed for lethal efficiency — reinforced fabric, hidden compartments, and tough boots.

The woman in the middle stepped forward in respect and bowed deeply.

"Mr. Vane," she said, her voice smooth and respectful. "Thank you for coming. Please, let us sit down and speak like civilized people."

Silas’s gaze flicked around the room. He noticed a simple metal table and four chairs arranged in one corner, obviously prepared for this meeting. He walked over without hesitation and took a seat. The leader sat opposite him while the other two women remained standing a few steps behind her like silent sentinels.

One held a long, curved blade at her side. The other had a handgun holstered at her back. Their faces were partially masked, eyes cold and unreadable. They looked like angels of death — beautiful, poised, and utterly lethal.

Yet the woman addressing him, though equally dangerous, carried an approachable calmness that made her seem far more vicious in comparison. Her every being alert Silas to watch her, her smile was deadly enough to keep one’s heart at rest.

Silas leaned back in his chair, studying them carefully. His mind was in turmoil. These women moved with the precision of elite operatives. The kind of force that could dismantle any country elite force quietly. He was shocked at the level of power they seemed to command.

The leader smiled faintly. "You seem tense, Mr. Vane, please calm down. We are not here to fight. My name is Violet. These are my subordinates — Gun 46," she gestured to the woman with the handgun, "and Ninja 19," she nodded toward the sword bearer.

Silas gave them a short, dismissive glance but said nothing. Internally, however, he was calculating every possible threat. Three women who look like they could kill a room full of armed men without breaking a sweat. Who the hell sent them?

Violet leaned forward slightly. "I see the questions in your eyes. But first, let’s get to business." She placed a thick, sealed folder on the table and pushed it toward him.

"Read through this. It contains everything you need to know about the recent... unpleasant events."

Silas picked up the folder and opened it. His eyes moved rapidly across the pages. The first section detailed Santiago’s involvement in Leon’s kidnapping.

Surveillance photos showed Santiago meeting with Viktor and the extraction team. Another set of images captured Leon and Santiago together at the restaurant and park before the kidnapping.

Silas’s grip tightened on the papers. "So the bastard was involved after all."

He continued reading with growing interest. The deeper he went, the more his expression darkened. The final pages revealed shocking information about Sylvain and Leon’s parents’ disappearance.

It had occurred in Italy, and the prime suspect was the powerful Rocco family.

Silas looked up at Violet, a rare bright and dangerous smile spreading across his face. "Is this true? The Rocco family was behind their disappearance?"

Violet nodded slowly, giving him a vague, knowing smile. "Our sources are very reliable, Mr. Vane. The Rocco family has deep roots in that incident. But that is only part of the story."

Silas frowned, closing the folder. "What exactly do you have that can help me save Leon? Speak clearly."

Violet’s smile turned sly and calculating. "Tell Santiago that Leon was at the Starlight Banquet Corporation. That’s all you need to say."

Silas raised an eyebrow. "Why? What game are you playing?"

Violet’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "You will know exactly what to do next the moment you see Santiago’s reaction. Trust me on this. It will be... enlightening."

She stood up calmly and faced him directly. "My main objective tonight was simply to welcome you home, Mr. Vane. But your mother should know something important about that home. Something she has kept hidden for many years."

Silas stared at her intensely, as if trying to read every hidden meaning behind her words. After a long pause, he wrapped the folder under his arm and stood up.

Violet’s voice stopped him before he could leave. "One more thing. I give you one year, Mr. Vane. One year to kill ’The Emperor.’ After that, deliver his head to me."

Silas turned back sharply. "Why? What is your interest in The Emperor?"

Violet simply shook her head, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. "Meet your mother, Silas. She has answers you’ve been searching for your entire life. Everything will become clearer then."

She bowed once more. "Until we meet again."

Silas stared at her for several seconds, then turned and walked out of the warehouse without another word. The heavy door slammed shut behind him.

Silas paused and decided to check back again but saw the warehouse empty of any delegates but this warehouse only had this door to go go out.

How did they leave? Are they ghost? What the hell is happening? Lots of questions bombarded Silas mind as he was yet to register what just happened in there.

He walked to his car and drove away into the night, his mind raced with questions, revelations, and a growing storm of violence.

After Silas left, three figure came out from the warehouse. If Silas was here he would have been badly shocked, the figures were violet and her other colleagues.

Gun 46 turned to violet and asked. "Miss second, don’t you think using him could backfire heavily on us."

A dagger suddenly appears in violet hands as she sway it on her finger. "Using him? I won’t dare to do such to him, old virago lineage will never birth a loser anyways. Not to talk of out overall boss, madame virago wants to test him to see if he can battle the throne from those viper hand."

Ninja 19 snorts and look at violet. " I know madame holds him in high esteem but can that youngling battle those that grew up in the underworld. They were born from blood and knows how to scheme well."

Violet laugh echoes through the surrounding as if she had heard the funniest joke alive. "19 you are a little dumb. How do you think Silas got to where he is? He has fought through the noble class, the high business mogul and even some spineless mafia but he came out on top."

Ninja 19 eyes twitches and she huff in annoyance, with gun 46 patting her shoulders.

Violet stops laughing and wipes her mouth elegantly. "Silas is a very ambitious person because of a particular figure in his life and we have to wake up the Steele blood in him. What else than giving him a traitor head to bring for us."

The three of them eyes flash in anger and violet eyes were burning with anger. Violet shot the dagger to a close warehouse and the dagger went through it and stopped at a fourth warehouse.

"That bastard better watch his back as a Steele never forget a long time hatred. If not for his inhumane self and that damn schemer beside him, I will have taken his head." Ninja 19 roar to the sky as violet and gun 46 watched her yelling.

Violet shook her head and smiled wearily. " We have pursued him for years but haven’t touched him clothes yet. I just hope Silas came deliver his head to me. Let’s return."

The three of them vanished into the wind as if they were never there. Few minutes after leaving the dagger still in the warehouse vibrates and lunged out.

It went towards the ladies location while making a screech sound.