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The room was silent—too silent. The only sound was the faint hum of Kenma’s computer as the screen lit up with files, documents, and videos that should have never existed in the first place. The moment the contents of the flash drive loaded, an audible gasp filled the air.

Kuroo felt his grip tighten on the edge of the table. Keiji’s face remained unreadable, but the way his fingers clenched against his arm was telling enough. Kiyoko brought a hand to her mouth, eyes wide in horror. Bokuto, usually the loudest among them, had nothing to say.

“This… This is insane,” Konoha muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. Kyotani, who had been leaning against the wall, pushed himself off and took a closer look, his jaw visibly tensing.

Kenma scrolled through the documents, his expression void of emotion, but the way his shoulders stiffened showed his unease. “Extortion, blackmail, illegal dealings, politicians under his payroll—fuck, even police officers.” His voice was eerily calm, but the weight of what he was saying made the room feel suffocating.

“Meian’s been pulling the strings longer than we thought,” Kuroo murmured, rubbing a hand over his face. “He made sure Iwaizumi and the others wouldn’t have a way out.”

Keiji exhaled shakily. “And now Oikawa is stuck with him.”

Kenma clicked on another file—a video this time. As soon as the footage started playing, the silence in the room became unbearable.

Because this wasn’t just about Meian anymore.

This was bigger. Darker.

And Oikawa was right in the middle of it.

The video played in grainy clarity, but the voices were crisp. It was a recorded conversation—one that shouldn’t have existed, one that could single-handedly destroy Meian if it ever saw the light of day.

“You think I give a damn about what happens to them? The moment they set foot in that prison, they were already dead men walking.” Meian’s voice was unmistakable—calm, calculated, laced with that sickening amusement they had all come to despise.

Kuroo’s jaw clenched.

“And what about Oikawa?” A second voice—someone they didn’t recognize.

Meian chuckled. “Oikawa is mine. He thinks he has a choice, but let’s be real—he’s just a pretty little pawn. If he tries anything stupid, I’ll make sure he learns his place.”

The room felt colder.

Keiji, who had been silent for most of the exchange, let out a slow, measured breath. “This is it,” he said, voice steady but laced with something dark. “This is what we need.”

Kenma didn’t look away from the screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “It’s not enough to take Meian down—we need to do it in a way where he can’t recover. He’s got connections, people who will cover for him if this doesn’t spread the right way.”

“Then we make sure it does,” Kuroo said, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

Kiyoko met his gaze. “And we get Oikawa out.”

Bokuto exhaled sharply. “Before it’s too late.”

Kenma inserted another drive, beginning the process of copying the files. They couldn’t afford to waste time. Every second counted. Every breath could be the difference between winning this war or losing everything.

And if there was one thing they were certain of—

It was that Oikawa didn’t have much time left.

Kenma’s screen filled with rows upon rows of documents—transactions, emails, video recordings, voice notes—evidence that Meian was far more dangerous than they had even imagined. Every deal, every name listed was a death sentence waiting to be signed.

“This isn’t just extortion,” Kenma muttered, his brows furrowing as he scrolled through the files. “He has politicians in his pocket, entire legal teams covering for him. This is a fucking empire.”

Kyotani, who had been quiet the entire time, ran a hand down his face. “Shit… if he finds out that Oikawa took this—”

“We move before he does,” Kuroo interrupted, his grip tightening on the edge of the table. His mind was already racing, putting the pieces together. “If Meian’s empire is this big, he won’t go down easily. But if we make enough noise, if we leak this in a way he can’t contain—”

“We don’t just take him down,” Keiji finished, eyes sharp. “We burn him to the ground.”

Bokuto stood up, pacing. “How do we do it? If we mess this up, we’re not just putting Oikawa in danger. We’re putting ROD, us, everyone on the line.”

Kiyoko, who had been scanning the documents, finally spoke. “Meian’s wedding is in three days.”

Silence.

The realization hit them all at once.

Kenma turned to Kuroo. “If there’s a time to strike, it’s then.”

Kuroo exhaled slowly, nodding. “Then we plan for the wedding. That’s where we end this.”

And no matter what it takes.

The air inside Kenma’s house was thick with tension. Papers were scattered on the table, a laptop sat open with a series of encrypted files loading, and in the middle of it all, Kuroo stood, arms crossed, gaze locked on the stolen documents Oikawa had given him. They had everything they needed—proof of Meian’s extortion, illegal dealings, political connections—but having the evidence was one thing. Using it without getting themselves killed was another.

“So, anong plano?” Kyotani leaned back against the wall, arms folded. His patience had never been his strongest suit, and waiting around wasn’t his thing.

“Magsisimula tayo sa pera,” Konoha spoke up, cracking his knuckles. His smirk was sharp, confident. “May malaking race bukas, underground, high stakes. Meian’s men are running the bets, which means kung mananalo ako, technically, pera nila ang gagamitin natin para i-bail out ang ROD.” His grin widened. “Ironic, ‘di ba?”

“Gago,” Kyotani scoffed. “Ang risky ng plano mo.”

“It’s the only way,” Keiji cut in, adjusting his glasses. “Bail isn’t cheap. We need the money first, and while Konoha is handling that, I’ll reach out to a lawyer I know. He’s not the cleanest, pero galit ‘yun sa mga kagaya ni Meian. If we give him these files, there’s a chance he’ll take the case pro bono.”

Kenma, who had been typing non-stop since they gathered, finally lifted his gaze from the screen. “Ako sa mga ebidensya. I’ll make copies, multiple backups in case Meian tries to wipe them out. Kung kakayanin, I’ll hack into his systems. May mga transactions dito na obviously under-the-table deals. If I can access his offshore accounts, we’ll have more than enough to make him fall.”

There was a brief silence as they processed everything. They were moving fast, and they had no room for failure.

Then Kuroo exhaled, tilting his head toward the group. “Ako na bahala kay Oikawa. I’ll tell him what we have and what he needs to do next. Pero bago ‘yun…” His voice dropped, a bitterness creeping into his tone. “Kailangan niyong malaman kung bakit gustong pabagsakin ni Meian si Iwaizumi.”

The room fell still.

Kuroo’s hands curled into fists. His expression darkened as he finally revealed what had been weighing on him for years.

“Noon pa man, Meian and Iwaizumi were rivals—not just in racing, pero sa maraming bagay. Iwaizumi wasn’t just some street racer to him. He was a threat.” Kuroo took a shaky breath. “Years ago, may nahanap si Iwaizumi. Evidence. Something that could’ve exposed Meian’s operations before they even got big. Illegal dealings, blackmail, extortion… lahat ng nasa files na ‘to? Iwaizumi had something similar dati.”

He swallowed hard before continuing.

“But before he could do anything about it… I betrayed him.”

No one said a word.

Kuroo let out a bitter chuckle. “I was working with Meian back then. He offered me security, power—things I thought I wanted. In exchange, I had to give him information. And I did. I told him about Iwaizumi’s plans. I led him straight into a trap, I turned him in. Meian erased the evidence, and in return, I got a cut of the profits.” He exhaled sharply, his voice thick with regret. “At pinagsisihan ko ‘yun araw-araw.”

Kyotani clenched his jaw. “Putangina, Kuroo. Alam namin na tinraydor mo si Iwa noon pero hindi namin alam na ganito kabigat ‘yun.”

“Now you do.” Kuroo’s voice was hoarse. “At alam niyo kung ano ang mas masakit? Oikawa just did the same fucking thing.”

Silence.

Kenma’s fingers hovered over his keyboard, his normally impassive expression clouded with something unreadable. Bokuto looked away, jaw tight. Keiji sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Kyotani cracked his knuckles, exhaling sharply.

“Pero kung meron akong natutunan,” Kuroo continued, voice steadying, “it’s that betrayal isn’t the end of the story. Kung may paraan para itama ‘to, gagawin natin.” His gaze hardened. “Meian took everything from Iwaizumi once. He’s not winning again.”

And just like that, the plan was set.

They were going to race against time.

They were going to fight back.

And this time, they wouldn’t lose.

Now that the foundation of their plan was set, it was time to break it down further—every step, every move had to be calculated. Meian had the power, the influence, and the upper hand, but what he didn’t have was the desperation of those who had nothing left to lose.

Kenma, still staring at the laptop, tapped his fingers against the table. “First, we need to secure these files. Hindi pwedeng isang copy lang.” He glanced at Kuroo. “I’ll send encrypted backups to different servers, pero mas mabuti kung may physical copies din. Just in case.”

A beat of silence.

Then Kuroo smirked. “His wedding.”

Everyone turned to him.

“Ano?” Bokuto asked, brows furrowing.

Kuroo leaned forward. “Diba in three days na? That wedding is going to be one of the biggest events of the year. Media coverage, politicians, celebrities—lahat ng may pangalan nandoon. If we expose him during that event, it’ll be a nightmare. Kahit gaano siya kalakas, mahihirapan siyang burahin ‘to.”

“And you think Oikawa will go along with it?” Keiji asked, voice skeptical.

Kuroo’s smirk faltered for a second. “He has to. And besides… gusto rin niyang pabagsakin si Meian, ‘di ba?”

Kenma’s typing quickened. “If we’re going to pull this off, we need to make sure the files are undeniable evidence. I’ll dig into his offshore accounts, check for financial records that connect him to illegal activities. Kung makakahanap tayo ng proof na may pinatay siyang tao? Even better.”

Kyotani cracked his knuckles. “So ano, Oikawa will be the one to deliver the final blow?”

“Hindi pwedeng siya lang,” Kuroo countered. “Meian won’t let him go that easily. We need distractions. Konoha, you’ll do the race. We need that bail money as soon as possible. Keiji, make sure your lawyer contact is ready. Kenma, once we get the files out, we need a backup plan in case Meian tries to silence the media.”

Kenma nodded. “Already on it. I’ll set up multiple leaks. Hindi lang isang source ang makakatanggap ng files na ‘to—social media, journalists, even international news.”

“And the family?” Kiyoko suddenly asked, her voice heavy. “Oikawa’s parents are part of this. They need to go down too.”

“We expose them after Meian,” Keiji answered. “The moment Meian falls, they’ll scramble to cover their own asses. That’s when we strike.”

Kuroo exhaled, scanning the group. “We only have one shot at this. Once we start moving, there’s no turning back.”

The room was silent for a long moment before Kyotani scoffed. “Wala namang atrasan ‘to sa simula pa lang.”

They had the plan.

Now, all that was left was execution.