In a private estate on the outskirts of the city, a thunderous roar shook the walls.

"The Wrights will pay for this with a fate worse than death!"

The voice, full of fury and murderous rage, came from a man with a bare, muscular torso. Coiled around his body was a massive snake—he was none other than Grand Viper, ranked third on the Underground Index and infamous for his brutality.

At his feet lay White Viper's corpse, already cold.

Near him, two men sat in tense silence—Rafael and Mosby, looking tense.

Meanwhile, standing beside them was a young man dressed in black from head to toe, with long, dreadlocked hair tied back. He had a black snake tattooed across his face.

This was Black Viper, Grand Viper's other most trusted enforcer. He and White Viper had been Grand Viper's fangs—until now. Now, one of those fangs lay dead before him.

"Sir, please… You have to avenge White Viper and slaughter everyone connected to the Wrights—burn their whole damn legacy to the ground!"