Many police vehicles were speeding toward the dock, with Samradh and Ansh's jeep leading them. Five jeeps followed behind, along with two police vans filled with officers armed with guns, shields, and rods, ready to hunt down Fisherman Anna.
At the dock, Fisherman Anna was sitting on a car with a billhook in hand, surrounded by his men. Some of them stood on containers, while others stood behind the car, armed with guns, swords, rods, and chains, ready for battle. As the evening sun set, the sounds of multiple vehicles echoed through the dock. Everyone understood—the police had arrived.
They had been waiting for this moment. They should have been afraid, but instead, they stood confidently, because a force like Fisherman Anna stood behind them.
To Anna's right stood a man holding a rod. To his left, another man had wrapped a chain around his hand. Both wore simple clothing—the man on the right wore jeans and a blue shirt, while the one on the left wore a red shirt and black jeans.
The sound of police footsteps echoed throughout the dock, but not a single officer was visible. The police officers holding shields and rods were leading the way, while those with guns slowly spread out, taking position at every turn. One by one, they surrounded the entire dock, each officer hiding behind some cover.
Andre, the one standing to Fisherman Anna's right, shouted,
"Stop this hide and seek! If you've got guts, then come out and face us like a man!"
Everyone waited, watching, but there was no response. The entire dock had gone silent. They knew the police were right in front of them, but the containers blocked their view.
"Look! Up there!"
One gang member pointed his finger to show something above. Everyone's eyes followed his direction. They were a bit surprised—someone was thrown a suitcase in the air.
But Fisherman Anna quickly realized—that suitcase was the one ansh brought with him when he came to meet anna.
His eyes widened with realization.
He threw a blade into the air—it sliced through the suitcase, and in the next moment, a massive explosion erupted from the bomb hidden inside it.
The explosion knocked Anna's men off their feet—he too fell from the car. As he looked up, his gaze locked ahead. From behind the containers, a police officer stepped out, holding a shield in one hand and striking it with a rod in the other. Behind him, more officers followed, guns raised.
Before Anna's gang could react, the first wave of officers swiftly neutralized them—pointing guns directly at them. A few tried to get up, but were shot on the spot. Confused and overpowered, the rest dropped to their knees and surrendered.
Anna watched everything unfold. He stepped down from the car calmly, still composed.
Just then, Samradh and Ansh arrived. Ansh pointed a gun at Anna while Samradh walked toward him without an ounce of fear.
Anna smirked and said in a cocky tone,
"Thanks for accepting my invitation."
Hearing that, Samradh's rage exploded. He slammed his knee into Anna's gut, then unleashed a flurry of punches to his face. But Anna… laughed. He was enjoying every hit.
"Aha ha ha ha "
Samradh didn't stop until Anna was covered in blood. He grabbed Anna by the neck and shouted,
"You think this is a joke?! Your son died—and you should've known how it feels to lose someone you love. But did you feel anything while killing others?"
Fisherman Anna stopped laughing. He looked straight into Samradh's eyes and said coldly,
"I thought I would… but I didn't. Why are you so weak?"
At that very moment, a hidden shooter emerged from the vehicle Anna had been standing on. Armed with a KBP VSK-94 sniper rifle, he began picking off police officers one by one.
Freed from the threat of gunpoint, Anna's remaining gang members took cover behind vehicles and opened fire, catching the police in a deadly ambush.
Before Samradh could react, Andre hurled a rod straight at him. Samradh caught it mid-air with his right hand—but in that split-second, Fisherman Anna landed a punch right on Samradh's nose.
In response, Samradh didn't hesitate—he slammed the rod down onto Anna's head, dropping him to the ground.
Ansh shouted,
"OYYYY!"
But before he could rush to help Samradh, a chain-whip struck him brutally from behind, wrapping around his head. Ansh's eyes shut tight in pain, and he collapsed, blood dripping from the back of his skull.
As he looked behind with fading vision, he saw the man who had been standing to Anna's left "Kib"—his hand still tightly wrapped in the chain, yanking it back with force.
Meanwhile, Anna lay on the ground, dazed by the rod strike—but before Samradh could finish him, Andre came from behind and grabbed the rod.
Anna stood up. Now it was his turn.
He began raining blows on Samradh, fists hammering down. Samradh tried to retaliate, but Andre snatched the rod from his hand and struck him hard, sending him crashing down.
Andre didn't stop—he kept beating him mercilessly.
Anna, now standing tall again, stomped on Samradh's face with his boot, laughing as he did. But Samradh wasn't done. Despite the pain, he grabbed the rod in one hand and Anna's leg with the other, and with one forceful motion, he knocked Anna to the ground and kicked Andre in the knee, making Andre fall beside him.
Samradh didn't wait—he raised the rod high above Andre's face.
Andre panicked.
"No—no! Wait! We can talk—!"
But before he could say another word, Samradh brought the rod crashing down with full force.
CRACK.
Andre's entire facial structure collapsed under the impact. Blood splattered across Samradh's face and the ground. Andre was killed on the spot.
Samradh stood there, breathing heavily, the rod dripping blood.
He turned to look at Anna.
Anna, now bruised and bloodied, slowly rose to his knees. That cocky grin returned to his face. With one finger, he motioned Samradh to come at him.
Samradh gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the rod—and stepped forward.
Ansh was dodging the chain-whip strikes, trying to reach for his gun—but Kib lashed the chain at his hand, forcing him to flinch. The gun slipped from his grip and skidded far across the dock.
Ansh turned swiftly, barely avoiding the next strike. Gunfire was erupting in the background, but he weaved through it, diving behind a container for cover.
From the open space, Kib's voice echoed mockingly,
"Are you seriously going to hide? Don't you feel ashamed?"
Ansh gritted his teeth, hearing that. He stepped back out.
Kib didn't waste time. He snapped the chain-whip at Ansh again, but this time—
CLANG!
Ansh blocked it—with his belt, coiled around his forearm.
Kib's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise on his face.
He struck again, this time with more force, but Ansh blocked it again using his belt like a whip-shield, countering with sharp movements.
"He's strong," Ansh thought, stepping back, breathing heavy.
"Too strong for hand-to-hand. I won't win in a brawl… I need the gun. But first—survive the whip."
The fight turned into a whip duel—Kib's chain-whip clashing against Ansh's makeshift belt-whip. Strike after strike, clash after clash—Kib attacked with brutal force, frustration growing with each failed attempt to land a hit.
But Ansh deflected every blow, his instincts sharp, timing perfect.
Samradh was relentlessly attacking Anna, swinging the rod with brutal speed—but not a single strike landed. Anna dodged every blow with eerie precision, his movements sharp and calculated.
Samradh, frustrated, aimed a deadly strike at Anna's head.
SWOOSH—MISS.
Before Samradh could lift the rod again, Anna stepped on it, pinning it down—and launched a powerful uppercut.
Samradh, quick to react, blocked the punch with one hand and then delivered a kick to Anna's gut.
WHAM.
Anna crashed to the ground, the wind knocked out of him.
Samradh raised the rod high above his head, ready to strike with full force—
But Anna rolled out just in time, dodging the blow.
He sprang to his feet instantly.
Samradh watched him—but then, for a split second, Anna glanced behind him.
Samradh's instincts flared.
He turned sharply to look—
A sniper. Positioned behind him. Finger on the trigger. Gun aimed—
KBP VSK-94.
The shot fired.
Samradh leapt to the side, narrowly escaping death. He rolled and dove behind a nearby vehicle for cover.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The sniper wasn't alone. Other officers, too, were pinned down, taking cover behind containers as the sniper and hidden gang members opened fire.
Bullets tore through the dock, echoing through the metal walls, as chaos exploded once more.
The entire dock had gone silent again—a grim stillness after the chaos. Both gang members and officers had suffered heavy losses, equally battered.
In the center of the dock, Fisherman Anna stood tall, stepping back onto the car he'd once stood on, surrounded by the remnants of his gang.
With a twisted grin, he shouted,
"That's it? That's all you've got?"
His voice echoed through the dock.
"If this is your best… then taking over the whole damn country will be easy. Because you guys? You've got nothing."
One officer, shaking in rage, raised his gun and tried to shoot Anna—
BANG!
But a sniper round pierced through the officer's forehead before he could pull the trigger.
Anna didn't even flinch. Calmly, he said,
"Let's finish this."
He stepped off the car—billiohook from air landed hard on the dock, creating a massive crack across the ground.
Kib, who was about to attack Ansh, stopped. All attention turned to Anna.
The gang members all gathered tightly around Anna's car,kib and snipper also there.
The officers watched in confusion and fear.
"What's he planning now?" Samradh whispered, tense.
"And where the hell did that billihook even come from…?"
Ansh, crouched behind cover, looked at the crack on the ground.
"This… this is the same kind of crack I saw after that gang massacre."
His eyes widened.
"Wait—Anna destroyed that rokda gang . But how…?"
Before he could think further, something strange began falling from the sky.
Glowing. Floating. Haunting.
Neon-blue holographic fishes began descending slowly like rain.
"Hey… what the hell is this?"
"Fish rain?"
"I don't like this… I really don't like this."
Officers stared, stunned. One officer near a fallen fish bent down and picked it up carefully.
"What even is this—"
The moment he touched it, the fish inflated like a pufferfish—and exploded.
BOOM!
From the blast, countless neon-blue slashes erupted outward, slicing through everything near—humans, metal, containers—all cut apart instantly.
One after another, every fish exploded in a chain reaction.
Officers and gang members alike were shredded. Screams echoed. Blood sprayed across containers and vehicles.
Only Samradh and Ansh, still in cover, managed to survive the horror.
They stared wide-eyed, shaking.
"What have you become… Fisherman Anna?" Samradh muttered in disbelief.
Ansh whispered, voice hollow—
"A monster."