The mansion burned.
Not in flame, but in chaos. Shattered marble. Splintered glass. Cracks racing like veins through the walls as shadows flickered and screamed. Power—raw, explosive—rattled the foundation of the Yazumèi estate.
Seamus stormed down the hall, his dark coat trailing like wings behind him. His phone buzzed in his ear, a voice shouting on the other end—but he barely heard it. "Sean, get your ass here!" he growled. "They're here. White Tigers are in my house. Bring everyone. Now." From somewhere above, a tremor shook the chandelier. Seamus's fists clenched as he burst around the corner—
—and found his son in ruins.
Kaz lay crumpled on the stone floor, coughing blood. His body convulsed as he tried to rise. Beside him, Kimara collapsed into unconsciousness, white frost still crackling around her hands. And in front of them stood the monster.
Alexandrov Grigorovich.
Wearing a tailored white trench coat, his long hair slicked back and his jade eyes glowing, the White Tiger boss stood with one clawed hand raised. His presence alone distorted the air. There was elegance to him, to like a mythical beast depicted in human form—like a painting of a beast just before it tore through the canvas. He didn't look at Seamus. Not until Seamus moved.
Crack.
The floor cratered as Seamus vanished from sight—reappearing midair behind Alexandrov in a flash of black energy, his fist roaring with dark power.
The punch hit like a meteor.
BOOM.
Alexandrov flew through two marble walls, his body skipping across the ground like a stone across a stormy sea. He rolled once, then landed on all fours—smiling.
"Well," he purred. "The old shark still bites."
Seamus dropped beside Kaz. "Stay down, boy," he growled, lifting his head. "Daddy's working."
What followed was a masterclass in violence. The two mob bosses blurred across the estate like twin storms.
Fists clashing in a loud BOOM.
"You made a big Mistake coming here" Seamus say grinned slamming his free hand in Alexandrov's jaw lifting him off the ground slightly, a clawed handing slashing across his chest in retaliation but Seamus didn't flinch, he grabbed the tiger boss' by both hands and pulled him into a head butt that echoed throughout the halls. Seamus then kneed him in the stomach pushing him back a couple steps.
"No, you're the one over stepping your boundaries, old man" Alexandrov said with a sly smile, blood dripping down his forehead, Seamus didn't hesitate ,he charged alexandrov with a barrage of punches drenched in black shadow ,the tiger mob boss barely managing to block them in time.
"I see you've gone soft these past few years" Alexandrov remarks side kicking Seamus and pushing him back a step or two. Before alexandrov was able to land a follow up hit Seamus hit him with a uppercut so strong it sent him flying straight into the ceiling ,the white tiger boss landed on all fours before ricocheting off the ceiling with blinding speed.
Whoosh.
He zipped pass Seamus with blinding speeding slashing him across the shoulder and doubling back with even more furious clawed strikes.
Seamus moved with godlike precision, every strike layered with gravitational pulses, fists cloaked in void-black darkness. His footfalls dented titanium, his roars shattered the chandeliers overhead. He punched faster than most men could think. Alexandrov danced through the assault with feline grace, slamming his elbow into seamus' jaw sending him off balance ,seamus retaliated by shooting out a dark energy ball from his palm at alexandrov, their fight was shaking the mansions very foundation—alexandrov was evading, twisting, countering. His claws carved through reinforced walls. His kicks were sharp enough to break a boulder. And his smile only widened the longer it went on.
Seamus roared. Alexandrov laughed.
The mansion screamed around them.
On the third clash, Alexandrov ducked low, spinning under Seamus's elbow, and slipped a syringe from his sleeve.
Click. Hiss.
Seamus twitched, his muscles slightly convulsing as the foreign substance entered his bloodstream.
A small, almost imperceptible needle had pierced his ribs. Green fluid hissed through it. Alexandrov stepped back, admiring his work. "Tiger's Fang. Tailored neurotoxin. Slightly delayed reaction, of course. I want to see the might Seamus the Shark fall."
Seamus staggered. His knees buckled. His aura cracked for the first time.
The ceiling groaned.
Alexandrov looked up—and slammed both fists into a support beam overhead.
CRASH.
Tons of debris collapsed onto Seamus. "Dad!!" Kaz screamed, trying to rise, fire flaring around him uselessly.
Alexandrov stood at the edge of the wreckage, panting, bloodied but upright. He adjusted his collar and began to walk away—
—when the front doors exploded.
BOOM.
A blur of motion surged through the smoke. A fist struck Alexandrov's jaw, sending him flying straight through the garden wall.
Jamie Yazumèi.
Tall, built like a tank, fire burning in his blue eyes. His entire right arm was covered with black flickering shadows. "You touch my family again," he growled, "and I'll rip your head .....clean off your shoulders "
A second figure landed beside Kaz. Vali—calm, cold, precise. He placed a hand on Kaz's shoulder and spoke low.
"You still breathing their Kazzy boy?"
"Barely."
"Good."
Behind them, the air shimmered—then erupted as Sean Yazumèi appeared, cloak flaring, his eyes cold and sharp.
With him were his three children—Riko, Daiji, and Toma, each one battle-ready."You had the balls to enter our home," Sean said, voice quiet but lethal, "but not the strength to end it. " Alexandrov rose from the rubble slowly rubbing his neck and making his way towards the kids, blood dripping from his lip. He grinned. "Cute," he hissed, eyes now flickering with true primal light. "But numbers don't mean power."
And then—
he changed.
Bones cracked. Limbs stretched. White fur erupted across his body. His jaw elongated into a tiger's snarl, claws growing like blades from his fingers. His tail whipped through the air, his muscles bulged with wild power. His eyes turned into glowing jade lanterns.
The White Tiger was unleashed.
"Then let's see if the jungle agrees with you," Alexandrov roared. The real battle Had only began.