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Chapter: The Ghost and The Blade
The dust hadn't even settled.
Kitae Kim was face-down, coughing blood onto the pavement, his body twitching from the impact. His pride was shattered — along with half his ribs. No one dared move. No one dared speak.
Except for one.
Joongoo, the cocky blond with eyes sharp like steel, finally stepped forward, gripping his sword tighter.
"Heh… guess it's my fuckin' turn."
But Yuujin Jin didn't even glance at him.
He walked past him like Joongoo didn't exist — like he wasn't worth the time or breath.
His steps were slow and silent, as if the world had dulled around him. His presence dragged tension in the air like a blade across glass.
He stopped in front of Daniel Park, who was still on the ground — hands trembling, sweat dripping from his face.
Yuujin looked down at him. Still expressionless. Still unbothered.
"You know Gun Park?"
His voice was low. Calm. But it cut through the noise like thunder.
Daniel's throat tightened.
"Y-Yes… I-I know him," Daniel stammered, barely able to meet his gaze.
For the second time, Yuujin smiled. It wasn't warm. It wasn't kind.
It was sharp. Dangerous.
He lowered himself slowly, squatting down so they were at eye level, one eye still hidden behind his messy hair.
"Can you tell me where the fuck he is right now?"
Daniel hesitated… but then nodded.
"He… He's in Seoul Prison."
Yuujin's smile widened — now fully visible, stretching just a little too far.
"Nice."
He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, matte-black card. Then, without warning, he slapped it gently on Daniel's forehead like a seal.
"This is my card."
He stood up again — tall, relaxed, terrifying.
"Since you helped me…"
"…I'll help you too."
"…Just once."
He tilted his head back, glancing at Daniel from over his shoulder.
"Only once."
Yuujin turned and began to walk away.
But just then—
FWIP.
A blade halted an inch from his neck. Not touching — just daring.
Joongoo.
>"Aren't you forgetting someone?"
"You fucking ghost, you think you can just walk out after that?"
Yuujin didn't flinch.
Instead, he vanished — moving faster than the eye could follow. In a blink, he was several feet away, standing with his back slightly hunched, arm loose by his side.
And then — a sharp click.
He pulled an iron bangle from under his sleeve and locked it around his wrist. It gleamed under the streetlight.
"You wanna die that badly?"
He cracked his neck slowly. His voice was still soft. Still dead calm.
"Then come try."
The air froze.
Joongoo, the Master of Weapons.
Yuujin Jin, the Perfect Bastard.
The real fucking fight was about to begin.
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