Arnold sat in his penthouse at Celestial Spire, the city lights shimmering below. Robert Blackwood entered with a tablet in hand, his expression resolute.
"Mr. Sinclair," Robert began, "we've compiled a comprehensive report on the Black Dragon Gang."
Arnold gestured for him to proceed, sipping his coffee.
"The gang operates as hooligans on the surface—extortion, harassment, collecting protection fees from small businesses. If anyone resists, they resort to violence, smashing shops, and intimidating families."
Arnold nodded, unfazed. "Go on."
Robert's tone darkened. "They're also involved in drug trafficking, primarily targeting affluent heirs and distributing in bars and clubs. Substantial sums are exchanged, and the drugs they push are highly potent and dangerous. They've contributed to multiple overdoses in the city."
"Charming," Arnold muttered.
"There's more," Robert continued. "They act as enforcers for the Blake family. When Martin's family wanted land for their construction projects, the gang would harass owners, forcing them to sell at rock-bottom prices. With the invisible protection of the Blake family, law enforcement has been hesitant to act."
Arnold leaned back, a slow smile spreading across his face. "So, they think they're untouchable."
Robert nodded. "Until now."
Arnold set his cup down. "Good work, Robert. Now, dig deeper into Martin Blake. I want every skeleton in his closet. And as for the Black Dragon Gang…" He paused, his voice icy. "Send this information to the police. Tell them they have the full support of the Sinclairs. It's time to wipe this gang out. Their crimes—especially drug trafficking—have no place in this city."
Robert saluted. "Understood. I'll make it happen."
A day later, Robert returned with another file. This time, his expression was grimmer.
"Martin Blake," he began, handing the file to Arnold.
Arnold flipped through the pages, his gaze hardening with each word.
"Martin's drug use is extensive," Robert explained. "He's been addicted for years, and he's known to host wild parties where drugs flow freely. But it gets worse. He has a history of drugging women at these parties—wealthy girls, socialites, even university students—and then coercing them into… compromising situations."
Arnold's jaw tightened. "How does he silence them?"
Robert hesitated but continued. "He uses threats of leaking sex tapes and explicit photos. If that's not enough, he calls in the Black Dragon Gang to intimidate them. Most of these girls are too afraid to come forward."
Arnold's fist clenched. "Monstrous. Is there anything else?"
Robert nodded. "One of his victims is the daughter of Police Chief Marcus Alcott. She's been too afraid to tell her father the truth, but we have enough evidence to link Martin to her case."
Arnold stood, his voice steady but laced with fury. "Compile everything. Every name, every victim, every crime. Send it to the police chief directly. Once he sees this, even the Blake family won't be able to shield Martin."
The next morning, chaos erupted in the city's underworld. Armed with the Sinclair family's endorsement and ironclad evidence, the police launched a swift and decisive operation against the Black Dragon Gang.
Coordinated raids targeted the gang's hideouts, seizing caches of drugs, weapons, and cash. Dozens of gang members were arrested, including their leaders. Some resisted, but overwhelming force ensured minimal casualties. The gang's influence began to crumble as shopkeepers and vendors, long terrorized, came forward with their own stories, emboldened by the police's actions.
Arnold watched the news from his office, satisfied but not yet finished.
Martin's day of reckoning came when police officers stormed his lavish apartment, armed with a warrant. Martin, high on drugs, was caught completely off-guard.
"You can't do this!" Martin screamed as officers handcuffed him. "Do you know who I am? My family will ruin you!"
Chief Marcus Alcott stepped forward, his expression cold. "Do you know who I am? I'm the father of one of your victims."
Martin's face paled. He struggled, but the officers dragged him out.
The news broke like a tidal wave:
"Black Dragon Gang Dismantled in Citywide Raids"
"Blake Family Under Scrutiny: Son Accused of Drugging and Blackmailing Women"
Public outrage exploded, with protests demanding justice for Martin's victims. The Blake family's reputation, already fragile, began to collapse.
Luna, watching the coverage with Arnold, shook her head. "This will take the Blakes years to recover from—if they recover at all."
"They won't," Arnold said simply.
Later that evening, as Arnold relaxed in his penthouse, Robert entered with an update.
"Martin's officially in custody. His charges include drug trafficking, sexual assault, and blackmail. He won't see daylight for a long time."
Arnold nodded, satisfied. "Good. And the Black Dragon Gang?"
"Finished," Robert said. "Their leaders are behind bars, their operations dismantled. They won't be a threat again."
Arnold walked to the window, gazing out at the city. "This was more than just eliminating threats, Robert. This city deserves better than the Blakes and their hired thugs. Let's make sure this is the start of something cleaner."
As the week ended, Arnold allowed himself a rare moment of reflection. He thought about the lives impacted by the Black Dragon Gang's fall—the shopkeepers who could now work without fear, the victims of Martin Blake who could finally seek justice.
But he also knew this was just one battle.
"Luna," he said the next morning as they reviewed updates in his office, "the city's watching. Let's use this momentum to push the City Plaza project forward. I want this development to symbolize everything this city can be—safe, prosperous, and innovative."
Luna smiled. "Consider it done."
As Arnold looked out over the bustling streets below, a rare but determined smile played on his lips. The shadows had been cleared, but his work was far from over.