29: Incheon [4]
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The Dark Crocodile's members were thrown off by Zack Lee's words.
The same bald dude stepped forward again, veins popping on his forehead.
"What do you mean by backup? Don't tell me… are you the Son of the Legend?"
The room went heavy.
Vasco blinked, smirking.
Vin Jin froze, a chill running down his back.
Zack Lee, Jay, and Hudson all turned their eyes onto him.
Vin Jin stepped forward against his own will, teeth grinding.
"Fuck… why did that dumbass Vasco ever told this bastard Zack Lee about that…"
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A few hours earlier.
The training room shook with every strike.
Vasco was smashing a thick steel pillar, fists and elbows thudding against metal until the pillar bent under pressure. His back was a wall of muscle, veins crawling like snakes, sweat dripping down.
Vin Jin sat slouched in the corner, thick glasses still on, hiding his eyes.
Hudson stood like a statue, aura humming faintly around him as he "farmed" in silence.
And Zack Lee was on the phone, staring at the floor, both wrists bare.
"So this is your plan… Daniel?" Zack muttered, voice low.
He rubbed his temple, listening, then finally cut the call with a sharp exhale.
"I'll be tough, don't worry. I, Zack Lee—number 2 of Allied—will take care of it."
The phone dropped from his hand onto the bench. He sat there for a moment, shoulders heavy, jaw clenched.
Vasco walked up, sweat still dripping down his face.
"What's the matter, Zack?"
Zack rubbed his hair back, frustration clear in his tone.
"Daniel says Incheon's a fucking war zone right now. He needs us, but we can't just march in. We have to slip in… unnoticed."
Vin Jin frowned hard, eyes narrowing behind the glasses.
Hudson didn't react, only tilted his head slightly.
Zack continued, voice sharper.
"He got intel. A big man with deep, dark circles under his eyes. A wall of a black man in a suit. Another black guy, yellow buzz cut. And a man with yellow hair—mullet, black sideburns. They all came in."
Vasco's eyes widened just slightly at the mention of the man with dark circles.
Vin Jin's jaw locked hard at the yellow buzz cut black man.
"And after that," Zack said, "the enemy spread their people everywhere. They've locked down the entrances. The roads are suicide."
He lifted his head, scanning each of their faces—reading the tension in the air.
"They're calling the big one a name. 'Son of the Legend.'"
Silence. Nobody dared to speak.
Zack finally stood, stretching his shoulders and turning his back to them.
"I guess you know the names. Kitae Kim. Joongoo. That yellow-haired freak Daniel mentioned. They've all entered the Kingdom of Two Kings."
The weight of the names made the room colder.
Vasco furrowed his brow, then broke the silence.
"…What if we go by water?"
Vin Jin snapped instantly, voice rising.
"Are you fucking stupid? What, you expect us to swim there?"
He kept going, ranting, until Hudson finally moved—arms unfolding, stepping forward like a shadow to calm him down.
That's when Zack suddenly slammed his hand against the bench and shouted, eyes lighting up.
"EXCELLENT! We can go by water!"
Everyone froze.
Vin Jin scowled at him.
"How the fuck are you supposed to go by water?"
Zack smirked.
"Easy. By the Richy Rich. Jay Hong. The son of money."
Vin Jin's jaw dropped, speechless.
Zack walked up to Vasco, grabbed his arm, and squeezed the muscle like he was inspecting a weapon.
"Wow, Vasco. Your dumbass brain actually worked for once."
He grinned wide, shaking Vasco's arm back and forth like a toy. Vasco didn't react, just stood there with his blank expression.
Vin Jin finally broke the moment, spitting his words.
"But what if the port is crawling with enemies? We can't fight every single one of them head-on."
The room went quiet. Zack, Vasco, and Hudson all stared at him blankly.
Zack still gripping Vasco's arm.
Hudson standing behind him like a looming shadow.
Then Vasco slowly lifted his elbow and spoke, calm but heavy.
"…What if one of us pretends to be the Son of the Legend?"
The three froze.
Dumbfounded.
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Next: "Why I am the Son of a Legend!!!?....."