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Rohan accepted the challenge. He spent months studying, practicing, and perfecting his craft. He poured his heart and soul into the piece, using every trick in the book to create an almost-perfect imitation.
Sunny didn't reach for a weapon. He simply sat on the stool and stared at the printing press. It was a beauty—a Heidelberg altered with parts sourced from the black markets of Guangzhou and the precision engineering of German etchers. It had printed millions. It had bought penthouses, fast cars, and loyalty. It had also cost him his best friend. farzi series
But he looked at Michael. The cop who had chased him for years. The man who had lost his family, his sanity, and his career chasing the 'Farzi' empire. Michael was losing the fight. The gangster was stronger, younger.
A noise at the heavy metal door broke his concentration. Not a knock. A scrape. The sound of a pick finding a lock. He kicked the barrel over
"You gave people fake hope," Michael snapped, his calm facade cracking. "You flooded the market. You destabilized the rupee. You think you’re Robin Hood? You’re just a leech."
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"Then you’re in the crossfire too," Sunny said.