"Has he left?" asked the bartender.

  "Yes, sir," the waiter replied obediently, his eyes still fixed on his master with an unmistakable curiosity. The bald man Buggy, who not only controlled the tavern but also held a powerful position as the leader of Bella's underworld, was visibly sweating. Known for his ability to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest men, he was now exhibiting unusual behavior. This display of vulnerability from a man who personified terror was unprecedented, fueling the waiter's natural sense of curiosity. However, he dared not voice his thoughts, fearing the consequences of such an action.

  Buggy took out a small piece of cloth and wiped his forehead. Sensing the constant stare of the waiter, he chuckled, "Hah, the blessing of ignorance."

  Not knowing how to respond to this situation, the waiter stayed still, his head hung low, and his hands trembled as a feeling of numbness crept over him. At that moment, he could only offer up a silent prayer to God for his safety, unsure of his future.

  Buggy stepped out from behind the counter, moved past the waiter, and slammed the desk, making a loud noise and garnering the attention of everyone present. The rowdy tavern fell into silence as the patrons, sensing that something big was about to happen, leaned in, eagerly awaiting Buggy's next words. And when he spoke, his deep and authoritative voice filled the room with electrifying energy.

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  "I've got some news for you," he declared, his voice carrying over the stunned crowd. "The Nehebku has sent the message. The Beatles are out, and it's time for the snakes to hunt."

  The patrons gasped, knowing that the Nehebku was the most powerful and feared criminal organization in the world. And when they heard the words of their boss, they knew that their time has come.

  The tension in the air was imminent as Buggy's words hung in the air. The patrons of the tavern were frozen in anticipation, their eyes fixed on the bald man who was known to be one of the most feared leaders of the underworld.

  But Buggy wasn't finished yet. With a swift motion, he raised his hands up high, signaling the start of the hunt, "Let the hunt begin."

  As Buggy raised his hands, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the mark of a wild cobra coiled around his wrist. The room erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as the patrons were emboldened by Buggy's words and were ready to carry out the orders.

  But the scenario playing out in Belladom was not a unique one. Across the kingdom of Albania, other criminal organizations were experiencing similar events. Under the cover of darkness, a mysterious hooded messenger would arrive at their doorstep, delivering orders before disappearing into the night like a wisp of smoke.

  As the night stretched on, a sense of anticipation filled the air as people from all corners began to converge, their movements purposeful and urgent. With the arrival of a solitary message from Nehebku, a powerful beast seemed to awaken within the depths of the Albanian underworld, slowly spurring its fang.