"No, sir," Chinna replied. "We're negotiating. Rowdily."

Except Chinna. Chinna, who never spoke above a whisper, spent three nights reverse-engineering the college server. He found the original footage: grainy, but real. He found the email trail from the warden. He found everything.

A sun-beaten engineering college in a small Indian town, 2022.

The principal stared. "You're blackmailing me?"

The first test came quick. The college management, fed up with the group's antics, decided to expel them all—on a technicality. A forged CCTV timestamp. A fake complaint from a rival group. The Rowdy Boys had no proof, no lawyer, no backup.

Balu grinned, cracked his knuckles, and said, "Then welcome to the sequel."