Ferhat moved like a storm.
Relentless.
Unstoppable.
Every lead followed.
Every enemy questioned.
Every lie crushed.
"Talk," he growled, slamming a man against the wall.
"I don't know—"
The sound of impact cut him off.
"You do."
This wasn't interrogation.
This was destruction.
Because Ferhat wasn't searching anymore.
He was hunting.