Outside the Base
a crowd of gang members, easily more than fifty, were lounging carelessly, Some were sitting on their bikes, others standing in clusters, passing cigarettes and laughing. The energy was rowdy but relaxed.
But the moment shattered in an instant.
BAM!
The doors of the base slammed open so hard it echoed like thunder, A body flew through the air, Hope Park, bloodied, limp, and broken, crashing hard against the concrete Blood smeared the ground beneath him The laughter died Silence swept across the crowd like a wave of dread.
Faces turned pale, Eyes widened.
"Is that… Hope?!" someone whispered, almost afraid to say it out loud.
Before anyone could even move, a voice echoed from within the base, cold, calm.
"I told you, didn't I?"
"Mark-sa, without your boss here, winning against me is an impossible task."
Sun-ho stepped out of the shadows.
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NAME:|- SUN-HO
HEIGHT:|- 186 CM
STRENGTH:|- [ SSS+ ]
SPEED:|- [ SSS+ ]
POTENTIAL:|- [ ??? ]
INTELLIGENCE:|- [ S ]
ENDURANCE:|- [ SR ]
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No blood on his clothes, No scratch on his skin, His eyes gleamed with the detached, The atmosphere around him shifted, an invisible weight crushed the air, The gang members felt it like an invisible hand wrapping around their necks.
Mark-sa, blood running down the side of his head, charged at him in rage, He swung a heavy punch, roaring with fury.
Sun-ho didn't flinch.
He simply tilted his head, sidestepping the punch like it was a slow-motion attack, With one hand, he caught Mark-sa's wrist mid-swing Then, gripping it tightly, he pulled him forward and launched him through the air like a sack of garbage, Mark's body slammed into the same Ground Hope had collided with, crumpling to the ground beside him.
Inside the base, Ivan Park and Dominic Min lay unconscious, Their bodies bruised, bleeding, limbs twisted They had fought, but not for long.
Scott Kwon arrived at that exact moment, walking up the street with his jacket slung over his shoulder, His easy-going expression dropped when he saw the crowd's horror-struck faces and the crumpled bodies of his comrades.
His eyes locked on Sun-ho.
"What the hell happened here…?"
Sun-ho glanced at him"You're late, That's a good thing, If you'd come earlier, you'd be lying next to them."
Scott's face darkened, Without a word, he dropped his jacket, The entire crowd backed up instinctively, Tension cracked the air.
The two stared at each other in silence.
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NAME:|- SCOTT KWON
HEIGHT:|- 180 CM
STRENGTH:|- [ C+ ]
SPEED:|- [ B- ]
POTENTIAL:|- [ C- ] [Awakened]
INTELLIGENCE:|- [ C ]
ENDURANCE:|- [ C ]
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Then
Scott rushed in.
But Sun-ho moved with calm, He leaned to the side, let the punch graze past him, then Punch Scott's side.
CRACK!
It was like a flashbang went off in Scott's body The impact knocked him off-balance, and in that half-second.
He moved.
A blur of knees, fists, elbows, everything precise, clean, brutal.
Scott collapsed after just seven seconds of exchange, gasping for breath, unable to move.
The rest of the gang looked at each other, but it was too late.
Sun-ho turned to face them all.
His aura surged, like a black Air, it sucked in fear, rage, The gang tried to rush him, numbers over skill.
Every move Sun-ho made broke bones Every strike shattered Strength He disarmed one man and made him slam into his own friend, He used others as human shields, flipped bikes to create shockwaves, struck with his fists that sent men flying like ragdolls.
He didn't just fight, he dominated.
One by one, they collapsed, coughing up blood or writhing in pain Sun-ho stood in the center, surrounded by groaning bodies, a ring of broken warriors lying at his feet.
And in that silence, one man remained standing.
Sun-ho.
"Everyone here is so weak," he thought, "It must be because it's months before the God Dogs arc."
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30 Minutes Later
The low rumble of a motorcycle broke the silence as Johan Seong rolled into the base.
Bikes were toppled over, The once-lively base, known for its noise, chaos, and cocky riders, was now filled with men, unconscious bodies, and those who could barely sit upright.
Johan off the engine.
He took off his helmet slowly, his eyes scanning the scene with growing disbelief More than fifty of his men, executives included, were on the ground, His sharp gaze moved from Hope Park, still bleeding by the wall, to Scott Kwon, unconscious and bruised, Even Ivan and Dominic.
His brows furrowed.
His gaze stopped.
At the center of the chaos, calmly seated on a cheap plastic chair, was Sun-ho, Arms resting on his knees, posture relaxed, he looked like he was just enjoying the evening breeze, not like someone who had just dismantled an entire gang.
Their eyes met.
Sun-ho gave a small, almost amused smile.
"At last, I was starting to think you wouldn't show up."
Johan took a slow step forward, saying nothing.
"Johan Seong," Sun-ho continued, "I told them I was here to request an audience with you… but they didn't listen, They struck first."
Johan looked around again at his men, and his jaw clenched, He didn't speak right away He walked past Scott's limp body, past Mark-sa, who barely stirred.
Then he stood in front of Sun-ho.
"Who the hell are you?" Johan finally asked, voice low.
Sun-ho straightened his back.
"My name is Sun-ho, I came from Gangnam-gu to find you, I didn't come to fight, but your members didn't leave me much of a choice."
Johan stared down at him, It wasn't just the words, it was how Sun-ho said them Calm.
A quiet man who didn't need to raise his voice to command a room.
Johan exhaled through his nose, Then, to the surprise of those still conscious, he pulled a chair over and sat directly in front of Sun-ho. Face-to-face.
"Fine, Talk, What is it that you want?"
There was a beat of silence.
Then, Sun-ho answered "I want to become your friend."
The corner of Johan's lip twitched "Friend?" he repeated "You came all this way… beat my crew, just to be friends?"
Sun-ho gave a small nod "Yes. And… to join your crew."
Johan leaned forward, elbows on his knees, face unreadable.
Johan blinked, Silence again.
He looked around once more, at his best fighters lying helpless, Men who had once called themselves monsters now groaning in pain, His gang was strong.
But this guy…
This Sun-ho…
He didn't just have strength, He had presence, Discipline, And above all, he was asking for something no one ever asked Johan for:
Connection.
"You really came all this way," Johan muttered. "Just to join me?"
"Yes," Sun-ho said.
Johan studied him.
He didn't trust easily, Never had, And this guy? He had "danger" written all over him.
"…Friendship, huh." Johan leaned back and scoffed. "Forget that, I don't need friends."
Sun-ho, He just nodded.
Johan was silent for a long time, Then, finally, he stood up.
"I don't need friends," he said again "But I could use someone like you."
He looked around at his broken men.
"You already proved your worth." He turned back to Sun-ho, locking eyes with a faint, knowing grin.
"From this day on, you're third-in-command, Right after Jin Jang."
A few conscious gang members stirred in disbelief, Some looked at each other, then at Sun-ho.
Sun-ho stood up slowly "Understood."
Then, for a brief moment, Johan smiled, Just a flicker.
Sun-ho extended his hand, Johan looked at it, then gripped it.
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NAME:|- JOHAN SEONG
HEIGHT:|- 175 CM
STRENGTH:|- [ SSS+ ]
SPEED:|- [ SSS ]
POTENTIAL:|- [ SSS+ ]
INTELLIGENCE:|- [ C+ ]
ENDURANCE:|- [ B ]
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