The man walked to the center of the room, stopping just before the desk. He didn't flinch. He looked Karahanlı straight in the eye—not as a subordinate, but as an equal. Or perhaps, as a judge.
In that moment, the power shifted. The empire didn't belong to the old man behind the desk anymore. The "Wolf" had arrived to take back the valley. Д°Еџte ben Polat Alemdar karЕџД±ndayД±m
A man stepped into the room. He wore a sharp black suit, his face calm but his eyes burning with an intensity that made the air feel heavy. He didn't carry a weapon, yet he looked like the most dangerous person in Istanbul. The man walked to the center of the
The room was cold, lit only by the flickering glow of a dozen monitors showing the chaos of the city outside. sat behind his heavy mahogany desk, his fingers steepled. He believed he had finally won. His enemies were silenced, his empire was secure, and the mysterious " Efe Karahanlı "—the son he lost decades ago—was nothing more than a ghost of the past. Or perhaps, as a judge