The funeral of fedrick

The day of Fedrick's funeral arrived with heavy rain falling across San-Jamb City, as if the sky itself mourned the death of one of the most feared men in the underground world.

The streets were silent. Shops closed. Police helicopters circled above, watching from a distance. Dozens of gang leaders, politicians, businessmen—and enemies—stood side by side, dressed in black.

Melin stood by the casket, silent and unreadable.

Jack, dressed in a long black coat, didn't speak to anyone. His eyes were sunken, his hands trembling. He had buried his mother years ago. Now, he was burying the man who raised him… though not without question.

Just as the funeral came to an end, and the priest said his final words, one of Fedrick's loyal advisors rushed to Jack, holding a flash drive in his hand.

> "This… this was recovered from your father's private server," he whispered. "You should see it before anyone else does."

Jack took the drive with a suspicious frown.

Later that night, in the safety of his father's old study, Jack inserted the drive into the encrypted laptop. What he saw changed everything:

> Security footage. Voice recordings. Emails. A secret file titled "MELIN FAMILY COVER-UP."

He leaned forward as he saw it all play out:

Fedrick ordering the hit on Felin and his wife.

Drugging Melin.

Lying to him about his past.

Photos of Celin and Kelin… marked for elimination.

And then—the final piece—a hidden message from Kelin:

> "If you're seeing this, you're not the enemy. You're part of the story. And it's time the truth sets you free."

Jack slammed the laptop shut, heart racing, tears in his eyes.

> "He killed Melin's family... and he made me trust him."

That night, Jack stormed into Melin's mansion. The guards moved to stop him, but Melin raised a hand.

> "Let him through."

Jack stepped forward, eyes burning.

He threw the flash drive at Melin's feet.

> "You knew?"

Melin nodded slowly.

> "Not at first. I planned to kill him. I raised the gun. But I saw you... and I couldn't."

Jack stepped forward. "I saw the files. He destroyed your family. He used you."

Melin looked away. "He made me forget my brothers, my parents. Everything."

> "But I never forgot you, Jack."

Silence hung heavy in the air.

Then Jack did something no one expected—he hugged Melin.

> "We were both lied to. But I'm done fighting you. Let's fight the real enemy... together."

In the weeks that followed, Melin and Jack rose again—this time, not as blind kings serving a corrupt empire, but as true brothers in purpose.

They began cleaning out the Red Cult, exposing dirty politicians, dismantling Ballas cells, and protecting the weak. Some members resisted… but most followed, out of respect—and fear.

Their bond was unshakable.

Jack handled politics and business.

Melin ruled the streets and soldiers.

Together, they built something stronger than crime: loyalty born from truth.

Meanwhile… in the Shadows

From a dark server room far from San-Jamb, Kelin watched everything unfold on multiple screens.

He smiled as he saw Jack and Melin working together again.

> "Now they know," he whispered. "But Celin doesn't…"

He turned to another monitor—a live camera feed of the prison yard.

> "One more piece left. The brother they thought was lost… is coming home soon."

To Be Continued...