Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom-Chapter 476: All silent on southern front

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the once barren landscape of Hope Island. Once a green lush full island, now it stands barren and desolate, devoid of any signs of life. The bay of Began lapped quietly against its shores, the only sound echoing through the empty expanse.

For the upcoming war between the world's powerful hidden families, the hope island became the central stage. The entire island was cleaned from end to end to make it a suitable war ground.

General Harries Singh stood at the edge of the island, his gaze sweeping over the divided halves. Eight kilometers of emptiness stretched before him, divided neatly into two equal parts. The uneven terrain is leveled using advanced leveling blades to make an even platform.

At each end, facilities like bio-toilets, army tents, and a network of survival facilities sprung up. The island was now under the watchful eye of the military, with aerial drones and naval vessels patrolling its perimeter from all corners.

A live show already started with a countdown on the dark web, where several business heads throughout the world invested all their lives in this war.

With a furrowed brow, General Singh began his survey. He moved with purpose, his boots crunching on the dry earth beneath him. Every inch of the island was scrutinized, and every rock was overturned in search of hidden advantages.

Eight hours passed in meticulous examination, until finally, General Singh stood at the center of the island, his decision made. He raised his hand and issued orders to his subordinates, the weight of his authority palpable in the air.

"The north side belongs to the Aries family allegiance," he declared, his voice carrying across the barren landscape. "And the south side to the Farus family."

With his command, the fate of the island was sealed. But General Singh's work was far from over. He knew that the true test lay ahead—the traditional, non-explosive war between the rival families.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the island sprang to life once more. Verified warriors from the Aries and Farus families descended upon its shores, their faces set in grim determination. Almost 80% of the Indian army now turns their attention to maintaining peace within the nation and managing the warground.

A central barrier was raised to separate the two sides until war day.

General Singh watched from afar, his presence a silent reminder of the military's authority. He knew that even in the midst of war, there was order to be upheld.

As the sun set over the port of 'Kakinada', casting a golden hue over the bustling scene, the preparations for the traditional war on Hope Island were in full swing.

More than a hundred barricade lines stretched for miles along the port, manned by diligent army soldiers who meticulously checked each and every warrior who came to participate in the conflict.

Warriors from all walks of life lined up patiently, their faces a mix of determination and anticipation. Each one underwent thorough scrutiny, and their weapons were inspected with precision.

Only swords, shields, and traditional warfare equipment were permitted beyond the barricades. Anything else, from watches to ornaments, was strictly forbidden.

Two sets of uniforms were provided to each warrior at the checkpoint, marked with a permanent serial code printed on their arm and neck. This ensured that no one could slip through unnoticed, their identities etched into the fabric of their attire.

The live count of number of warriors reported at the checkpoint is entered in the live feed of a coded website in the dark web.

White clothes were given to Aries family alliance warriors, and black clothes were given to Farus family warriors.

The atmosphere is tense yet orderly as men and women mingle in the sea of warriors, their footsteps echoing against the concrete ground. Any hint of trouble was swiftly dealt with, the crack of gunfire shattering the stillness as those who dared to disrupt the process were silenced with lethal precision.

Amidst the controlled chaos, large cruise ships bobbed in the harbor, their decks ready to transport the verified warriors to Hope Island. Each vessel was meticulously maintained, and its crew was prepared for the journey ahead.

Close family members of the hidden families were treated with the utmost care and ushered onto army jets for their swift transport to the island. The separation was a necessary precaution, ensuring the safety and integrity of the conflict.

As the registration process continued, the numbers swelled rapidly. In less than an hour, the count of fighters had already reached a staggering million, a testament to the magnitude of the event unfolding before them.

Through it all, a pin-drop silence enveloped the port, broken only by the occasional murmur of conversation and the steady rhythm of footsteps. The air crackled with anticipation, each warrior steeling themselves for the battle to come.

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In the heart of the chaos, General Harries Singh watched over the proceedings with a watchful eye, his presence a silent reassurance amidst the sea of warriors.

Americans, Russians, Africans, Chinese, Thais, Japan, Australia, Brazil, and so on. The army soldiers left their posts and came to join the war. The Mafia circles of all nations rushed from all corners.

In the last two days, the entire Indian transport system got jammed. Hundreds of private jets, special war jets, and business planes landed from all corners.

The army took responsibility for all transport lines as they put the big cities in Section 144 to stop the general public from gathering on busy routes.

All the communication media stopped publishing any mining news related to the ongoing events. If there are any private news lines, they are immediately taken down through hacking.

Army generals of the Farus family landed on the south side to allot roles to important war generals who came to fight for them. Rules of conduct were immediately laid down to control the large army.

Several war veterans gathered to discuss the army commanding roles and a system soon to be established to maintain the incoming millions of fighters and to keep internal peace.