The room went silent, the tension palpable. The MAKAI brothers were finally making their move.
"Shit!" Kenny cursed as his radar stopped working. "Spread out! He's nearby—could be in any human form. Don't skip anyone. Grab every suspicious person and report back to me."
The group immediately dispersed, searching every corner of the area.
Kenny, determined and focused, walked through the company grounds. As he approached, he saw the bodies scattered on the ground. His heart raced.
Suddenly, one of the figures shifted, groaning. A man, barely conscious, was moving.
Kenny rushed over and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off the ground.
"Get ahold of yourself!" Kenny growled. "Tell me what happened here!"
R7 trembled, too terrified to even open his eyes at first. But at the sound of a new voice, he slowly opened them, fear overwhelming his expression.
"Help us... please... call an ambulance," R7 pleaded, his voice shaking. "Our guys are seriously injured."
Kenny nodded quickly. "The ambulance will be here soon. But I need to know—what happened? Tell me everything."
R7's eyes widened with horror, and tears welled up as he recalled the nightmare. "It was... a beast. A cruel, merciless, silent beast. He... he smashed everyone to hell and just left... like nothing happened."
Kenny's grip tightened as he tried to process the words. A beast? No one could have that kind of power... But the fear in R7's eyes was real.
He must be Earth Guardian, Kenny muttered under his breath. "We've underestimated him."
Kenny sent the update to the MAKAI brothers, then turned to leave.
"Please, don't go!" R7 called out desperately, his voice trembling. "Stay until the ambulance arrives. The silence… it's unbearable without you."
Kenny paused, turning back with a mocking smirk. "Shut up, weakling. You think I'd call an ambulance for you? Pathetic. Dead weight like you isn't worth the effort. Handle your mess yourself."
Without another glance, Kenny walked away, leaving R7 lying there, surrounded by the silent, unmoving bodies of his comrades. R7 watched him go, his last flicker of hope fading into despair.
In the suffocating darkness of a closed room, R1 stirred, his body bound tightly to a chair. As his eyes fluttered open, the sight before him froze his blood: two lifeless bodies drenched in crimson, their blood pooling on the floor.
The dim glow of a flickering tube light barely illuminated the room. Shadows danced on the walls, giving the place an eerie, hellish vibe.
Aryan sat silently near the door, calmly flipping through the stolen documents. Meanwhile, Khusi stood nearby, a sinister grin stretching across his face as he sharpened a knife, the screeching sound cutting through the heavy silence.
With a wicked laugh, Khusi knelt by one of the bodies, his blade slicing deeper into the flesh. Blood splattered across his face as he worked, the sound of tearing flesh echoing in the room.
R1's breathing quickened, sweat dripping down his face. He tightly shut his eyes, pretending to still be unconscious, his entire body trembling.
Khusi paused, glancing over his shoulder. He had noticed the subtle shifts in R1's breathing. Smirking, he began to speak loudly, his voice dripping with malice.
"Hey Aryan, do you think he's still asleep? Or maybe he's just pretending... trying to fool us?" Khusi said, his voice echoing through the room.
Aryan didn't look up, his tone cold. "Doesn't matter. If he's awake, he'll talk soon enough. If not, we can always wake him up... painfully."
Khusi let out another chilling laugh, deliberately wiping the bloodied knife on his sleeve as he slowly turned toward R1. "Oh, don't worry," he said, raising his voice. "I love it when they scream. Makes the whole game more… exciting."
Khusi turned to Aryan, holding up his blood-streaked hand. "Tap any one of these five fingers," he said with a twisted grin. "I'll tell you what it means after."
Aryan tapped the pointing finger, his expression cold. "What does this mean?"
Khusi's smile widened. "Thumb means I cut off his hands and legs. Point finger? Make him suffer with electricity." He paused for effect, his voice darkening. "Middle finger—slowly slicing off nails, fingers, ears… every little part. Kitten finger? Hanging him repeatedly, keeping him alive each time. And this," he wiggled the smallest finger, "means throwing him into freezing water for three days… with snakes."
Aryan smirked, raising his thumb in approval. A silent yet chilling agreement.
Khusi picked up his knife, the sharp blade gleaming under the faint light, and walked slowly toward R1. His footsteps echoed in the oppressive silence.
R1, still pretending to be unconscious, flinched as Khusi leaned closer. With deliberate precision, Khusi pressed the knife's cold edge against R1's forehead, then slowly slid it down toward his neck.
The blade didn't cut deep—it wasn't meant to—but the pressure, combined with the wet sensation of blood trickling down, was enough to send waves of terror through R1.
Khusi's grin widened. "Still sleeping, huh?" he murmured, the knife lingering just above R1's collarbone. "Let's see how long you can keep pretending."
R1's breath hitched, his body trembling despite his efforts to stay still. Khusi leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper. "Tick-tock, little mouse. Your time's running out."
Terrified, R1 finally cracked under the pressure, his eyes snapping open. "I'll tell you! Richard… he's being held at the old warehouse near the docks," he blurted out, trembling.
Khusi nodded and turned to Aryan. "Go. Make sure he's telling the truth."
Aryan moved swiftly, disappearing into the night. Within hours, he confirmed R1's information, leading them to the warehouse where Richard was found, bound but unharmed.
Khusi chuckled darkly, watching R1 quiver in fear. "You look like you're about to die from fear itself." He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.
Then, with a sly grin, he leaned closer. "Relax," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "These aren't human bodies... just dummies soaked in fake blood."
The brothers rescued Richard and brought him home safely. Overwhelmed with gratitude and anger, Richard's father, Mr. Junieo, immediately filed a kidnapping complaint against the R Group.
The authorities acted swiftly, rounding up the gang and arresting them all. Justice had been served, but the mystery of Khusi and Aryan's unusual strength lingered in the shadows
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Richard's dad clasped Khusi and Aryan's hands with gratitude. "Thank you both for saving my son. As a token of my appreciation, I'd like to invite you to a business party on my cruise ship this weekend."
Before Aryan could respond, Khusi's eyes lit up. "A cruise party? Count me in!" he exclaimed, grinning ear to ear.
Richard chimed in, his excitement contagious. "It's going to be epic! Tons of fun, and trust me, there'll be plenty of super-personality girls. Let's rock and roll!"
Khusi clapped Richard's shoulder, laughing. "I'm already hyped, buddy. Love you for this!"