A private jet cut through the dark sky.
Destination—
Paris, France.
Inside the luxurious cabin, silence filled the air.
Aryan sat by the window reviewing intelligence files while Nithya read reports about Lucien's business empire.
Across from them, Rohan updated the team.
"Lucien controls five major ports, twelve legal companies, and hundreds of underground routes across Europe."
Aryan closed the file.
"Not for long."
Nithya looked at the map.
"He'll expect us to attack his ports first."
Aryan looked toward her.
"And what would Devil do?"
A faint smile appeared on Nithya's face.
"I'd attack his trust."
Aryan smiled back.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Eight hours later...
The private jet landed at a secluded airport outside Paris.
More than fifty black SUVs waited on the runway.
The moment Aryan stepped out, every guard lowered their head.
"Welcome, Eagle."
Nithya followed beside him.
Several European leaders looked at her with respect.
"Welcome, Devil."
For the first time...
The entire European underworld saw Eagle and Devil standing together.
The message was clear.
They had come for war.
Meanwhile, inside Lucien's palace-like mansion on the outskirts of Paris...
One of his men rushed inside.
"Sir!"
Lucien calmly looked up from his chessboard.
"They arrived."
Lucien smiled slightly.
"I know."
"You... knew?"
"I've known since their jet entered European airspace."
He moved a chess piece calmly.
"Let Eagle think he's hunting me."
His blue eyes became colder.
"When in reality..."
He knocked over the black king on the chessboard.
"...he's walking into my trap."
That evening, Aryan and Nithya settled into one of Eagle's hidden European mansions.
It overlooked the city of Paris.
Beautiful.
Quiet.
But beneath the beauty...
War was waiting.
Rohan entered with fresh intelligence.
"Sir, Lucien is hosting a charity gala tomorrow night."
Aryan raised an eyebrow.
"A charity gala?"
"Yes."
Nithya almost smiled.
"He loves public appearances."
Aryan looked at her.
"You've attended one before?"
"Once."
"And?"
"He spent more time watching me than talking to his guests."
Aryan sighed.
"I really dislike him."
Nithya laughed softly.
"I noticed."