The moment the word "Attack" left the man's mouth, a wave of movement surged from all sides.
As the first wave came crashing down, Ha-Joon stepped forward and met them head-on.
The first thug swung fist at his temple. Ha-Joon ducked low and surged forward, driving his shoulder into the man's gut. The thug bent double with a wheeze, and Ha-Joon didn't give him a chance to recover. He spun, elbowed another square in the jaw, and kicked backward at a third attacker, his heel slamming into a knee with a sickening pop.
Three down in an instant.
Another came from the side with a chain. Ha-Joon caught it mid-swing, yanked the man forward, and headbutted him. The thug crumpled from the impact.
With four men down instantly. The atmosphere got ugly.
They thought sheer numbers would overwhelm him. That brute force would be enough to crack Him in their warzone. But Ha-Joon moved with the calmness of a man who'd been here before.
But what they didn't realize was, the more chaos it got the more he thrived in it. The Yamazaki blood running through him dulled every sensation of pain, letting him move without hesitation. And with the amount of people surrounding and attacking him, it made his blood boil from the thrill of crushing hundreds of men into pieces.
And what made him truly terrifying was that, when the fight got messy with only brute force. His nature grows wild, and in that state, he doesn't care about holding back, killing people on the process.
That's why the Yamazaki bloodline was feared, even among monsters of previous generation.
He weaved between fists, bobbing and slipping through their figures. And with every movement one men fell down, each punch and kicks. His attack got brutal, dismantling their bones.
A thick built man tried to bear hug him from behind. Ha-Joon bent forward, grabbed the man by the shoulder, and flipped him over his back like a judo throw. The man hit the ground with a 'thud'.
Aikido, Gun Park style.
The moment he caught his breath, they all charged at once.
Ha-Joon exhaled sharply, bracing himself. His left fist shot forward, shattering a nose, blood sprayed in the air. In the same beat, his right knee slammed into someone's ribs. Crack. The man folded instantly.
Another attacker came swinging a steel pipe. Ha-Joon caught it mid-swing, twisted it from the man's grip with a violent jerk, and swept his legs out in one fluid motion instantly knocking him down.
He straightened slowly, before throwing aside the pipe.
Someone charged him from behind, Ha-Joon turned mid-spin and struck with a backfist so hard, the man flew into two others behind him knocking three advancing men.
As Ha-Joon cracked his knuckles and dropped another man with a single blow, the battlefield un-naturally silent.
Just as Ha-Joon exhaled, his instinct screamed danger.
A boot slammed into the ground and moved just inches towards the side Ha-Joon's head. He instinctively tensed, ready to strike. But before he could move, another foot stopped just as close on the opposite side, trapping him in place.
The remaining thugs stopped, stunned. Ha-Joon slowly looked up.
The first had a smile on his face, eyes nearly shut from how much he squinted. His clothes were neat, but there was a strange carefreeness in his posture. He tilted his head, voice smooth and mocking.
"Well now," Yujae Seon said, hands in his pockets, still smiling slightly, "if you're gonna cause trouble, why not do it on his side?" He jerked his chin toward the other man. "I could always use a distraction."
The second man sighed and rubbed the back of his head, a lollipop stick hanging from his lips. His red mixed with white jacket flapped in the breeze, and his stance was relax like none of this mattered to him at all.
"Sheesh," Jaegyeon Na mumbled, chewing thoughtfully. "You really had to jump in now? I was about to finish a really good nap."
He lowered his leg down, and looked towards Ha-Joon.
"But hey," he smiled, poking Ha-Joon's arm. "You're kinda cool but real messy, though."
In the next moment, his smile vanished completely, turning serious. "But you should've stayed out from Incheon."
Silent followed for a second.
"Let's Talk." He said. "I've got a deal. Any of you can choose."
Yujae chuckled, the smile never leaving his face as he scooted forward slightly, squinting. "A purpose, huh? Enlighten us, stranger. Why should I....."
"Because," Ha‑Joon interrupted firmly, "I'm offering you both something Incheon can't afford."
"But one of you have to leave Incheon for this."
Jaegyeon scratched his head, before slipping his hand near Ha-Joon's shoulder. "Sounds... big. But I like this place. They're fun. And why did you think we will leave Incheon just for your so-called deal, eh?"
Ha‑Joon didn't flinch. "Because if two of you stay at Incheon at the same time, there will be never ending internal war."
Yujae laughed, stepping back, crossing his arms. "You're bold, I'll give you that. But you can't scare me into giving half the city away." His voice turned colder, mocking. "And telling us it'll be stable tomorrow doesn't convince me you're not just another opportunist waiting behind a smile."
Jaegyeon shrugged, retreating slighting from Ha-Joon. "I like doing my way. You'd just be taking the fun out of it. And I don't need your help to stay awake long enough to fight for territories or neither am I interested in your deal."
Ha‑Joon looked between them. "You're both losing more than you know."
The silence returned. Yujae laughed again, mocking and dismissive. Jaegyeon just shrugged and stepped away.
"You can leave now," Jaegyeon said. "Go cause your order somewhere else."
Yujae spoke last, cold smile in place. "Yeah, breathtaking offer. But no thanks."
Ha-Joon reached into his coat, pulled out a small folded piece of paper, and held it out toward the two kings.
"My number," he said. "In case you ever change your mind."
Jaegyeon tilted his head, staring at the note. "Huh… you came prepared."
Yujae glanced at it with a squint, then chuckled. "You seriously handing out business cards in the middle of a warzone?"
Ha-Joon spoke. "Just making sure you don't forget the one man who offered you a way out before this place eats itself alive."
Neither king reached out for the paper, but Ha-Joon tucked it into the busted hood of a nearby car, turned his back, and started walking off.
"Call if you grow tired from the war. I won't wait forever....," he added without looking back raising his hand in farewell. "Otherwise... be prepare to be hunted."
With that, he left Incheon without hesitation.
The two half assed king, who seems friendly and smiled often instantly vanished, replaced by the ferocious king.
Without a single word, their fists answered for them.
Jaegyeon Na moved first, his footwork nimble and unpredictable, striking with sharp precision. Yujae Seon grinned as he blocked, his squinted eyes became sharp, countering with brutal efficiency. Blow after blow, strike after strike, they clashed as they no longer noticed Ha-Joon's presence.
The war in Incheon raged on as Ha-Joon left this chaotic place.
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Recently, I've got bit of a problem with my work which delayed this chapter. I'll upload another chapter in a few hour. So, don't worry.