“I once saw a man after a tiger attack— only his thigh remained . His head, arms…the rest of his body was gone.” Mawi recalls the horror from 1971. That year, he says, five villagers were killed by tigers. People lived in fear. He was only a teenager then, but his resolve to protect the village drove him to become a tiger hunter. Portrait of a Sumatran tiger A Bloody Livelihood At first, Mawi only wanted to safeguard his home village. But in time, he grew addicted. Instead of

Near a wide pit by the village graveyard, Supardi carried out the execution in mere seconds—without a trace of hesitation. Blood spurted from slit throats, warm and thick in the night air.

He was the kinda guy you definitely wouldn’t swipe past on Tinder. Tall, fair-skinned, and damn good-looking. His voice? Smooth and soft-spoken, just like a proper gentleman. Bring this man home, and your mother would be planning the wedding before you even sat down. But the truth is bitter. Nobody in their right mind would’ve guessed: this charming fellow ran a criminal gang. Not your average gangster. He was the mastermind of Pasukan China Kota  (literally, “City Chinese Tr