Next day, when they reached school, they found out that Max had gone somewhere for a month of training.
The four — Ayaan, Anshuman, Vasco, and Sam — gathered together.
Ayaan said, "We shouldn't waste time. Let's find the 2nd business of James."
They called Joy, but Joy said, "The only thing I found is that the 2nd business is in a place called Gangseo. I don't know anything else."
They decided to go there, but Sam stayed back due to his work.
A week later, Ayaan, Anshuman, and Vasco arrived in Gangseo. The city was crowded and modern — full of life.
As they walked through the streets, people started noticing them.
Some shouted, "Isn't that guy a model?!" pointing at Ayaan.
Another said, "That must be a mafia boss!" looking at Vasco's huge frame.
And others whispered, "That businessman looks rich," staring at Anshuman.
A group of girls even ran up to them, taking selfies.
They laughed awkwardly and continued walking until they reached a tall hotel. Inside, the receptionist said, "Welcome, Mr. Ayaan. Everything has been prepared for you."
Sam had already booked the rooms, paid for everything, and even arranged local contacts.
Their room was massive — almost like a suite, with three beds, a balcony view, and a small living area.
After resting for a while, they decided to explore the main city.
Crowds, lights, and street stalls surrounded them. Everything felt normal — until a car suddenly crashed beside them.
Smoke rose.
They turned — and saw a giant man walking toward them, each step shaking the ground.
He said in a deep voice, "I am Yunji, one of the First Generation Kings."
Ayaan, confused, muttered, "First Generation King?"
Before they could react, two men appeared beside Yunji. One said, "We are employees of The White Tiger Job Center. We were hired by Yunji himself. Our boss and head are currently missing."
Ayaan asked, "Who sent you?"
Yunji cracked his knuckles and said, "James. He ordered me to kill you three."
Vasco smirked, "Then come try."
The battle began immediately. Yunji charged like a bull, swinging his arm — the shockwave alone shattered nearby glass. Vasco blocked, but the force pushed him back several feet.
The two employees attacked together — one with lightning-fast kicks, the other using daggers. Ayaan and Anshuman countered together — dodging, flipping, striking back with precision.
The fight grew fierce, but Yunji was overwhelmingly strong. He slammed his fists into the ground, creating tremors.
Just then, a familiar voice echoed — "Hey, Anshuman! What the hell are you doing?"
Anshuman turned, surprised. "Master Kim?! You came here for me?"
Kim walked forward calmly, carrying two metal rods on his back. "Yeah. Zoe told me you idiots came here, so I came to save you."
Anshuman smirked. "Not needed, master. We can handle this."
Kim grinned. "Don't worry. You three rest. I'll handle them."
Yunji laughed. "You? With two sticks? What will you do?"
Kim's eyes narrowed. "You forgot something… I'm the Weapon Genius."
He spun the rods in his hands, sparks flying as they clashed together — forming a weapon hybrid of spear and staff.
Yunji roared and charged, but Kim moved like lightning — spinning, striking vital points, breaking Yunji's stance. He used every inch of his weapons — stabbing, redirecting, flipping his enemies in perfect rhythm.
The two employees rushed in, but Kim dismantled them effortlessly — disarming one, breaking the other's shoulder, then spinning his rods to knock both out cold.
Finally, Yunji lunged one last time. Kim blocked the punch with one rod and slammed the other straight into Yunji's chest, sending him flying into a wall.
Dust settled. Yunji was down.
Kim turned to the three and smirked. "And that's why I'm called Weapon Genius."
He rested his rods on his shoulder, waved once, and said, "See you around, boys."
Then he walked away calmly as the three stood there, speechless, surrounded by unconscious enemies.
The next day, they all decided to rest at the hotel.
After lunch, Vasco stretched his arms and said, "I'm going to the pool for a bit. Need to relax."
Anshuman smirked. "Then I'll check out the club downstairs. Heard it's famous."
Ayaan leaned back on the sofa, phone in hand. "Cool. I'll just chill here and take some rest."
Vasco headed down first. The pool was beautiful—crystal blue water, sunlight reflecting like diamonds. He jumped in and began swimming laps when he noticed a group of guys at the corner teasing girls, blocking their way.
Vasco's face changed. He got out of the pool, water dripping from his body, and walked straight toward them.
"Hey," he said coldly, "apologize. Now."
One of them laughed. "Or what, big guy?"
Vasco cracked his neck. "Or I break your faces."
The next second—BAM!—Vasco slammed the first guy into a table. The rest charged at him, but his iron body absorbed every hit. He threw one into the pool, spun, and delivered a devastating uppercut to another, knocking him out cold.
When it was over, the group lay scattered around. One of them groaned, "You're… dead… our boss will kill you."
Vasco looked down at them and said calmly, "Tell your boss I'll be waiting."
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Meanwhile, in the club, loud music and flashing lights surrounded Anshuman. He was sitting by the counter when a man bumped into him roughly.
"Watch it," Anshuman said.
The man sneered. "What did you say?"
Before things could escalate, the guy shoved Anshuman. That was enough.
In a blur, Anshuman grabbed his arm, twisted it, and slammed him onto the counter. Glass shattered.
The guy stood up, clutching his shoulder, rage burning in his eyes. "You'll regret this."
He stormed off, shouting, "My boss will deal with you!"
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Later that evening, the three met back in the hotel room.
Vasco leaned against the wall. "I might've caused a little… scene at the pool."
Anshuman laughed. "You're not alone. I kinda broke a guy's ego at the club."
Ayaan sighed. "You two are unbelievable. Let's just grab some food before you start a war."
They headed to a nearby café, the night air calm and cool. The café lights glowed warmly, and they finally began to relax.
But the peace didn't last.
As soon as they sat, Vasco froze. Across the room, he saw the same pool thugs glaring at him. Anshuman looked left—and saw the guy from the club.
The air got heavy.
Both groups stood up.
Then the door opened. A tall, confident man with sharp eyes and a black jacket entered, followed by a giant man and another wearing a cap low over his eyes.
The thugs pointed at Ayaan's group. "Boss Zack! Those are the guys who humiliated us!"
The man in the cap cracked his knuckles and walked straight toward Anshuman. The giant moved toward Vasco. And Boss Zack—his aura sharp as steel—locked eyes with Ayaan.
They all stepped outside.
The street lights flickered. The wind carried dust and tension.
Zack smirked. "So you're the ones causing problems in my city?"
Ayaan's tone was calm. "We didn't start this. But we'll end it."
Then everything erupted at once.
The cap guy sprinted toward Anshuman with lightning speed—flying knees, spinning elbows—Muay Thai. Anshuman countered with raw street style—blocks, slams, brutal efficiency. Each hit echoed through the street.
The giant roared and swung at Vasco like a wrecking ball, but Vasco didn't flinch. He activated his Iron Body technique—his muscles tightened like steel. He absorbed the blow, grabbed the giant's arm, twisted it, and slammed him through a parked bike.
Meanwhile, Zack and Ayaan clashed—speed versus speed, strength versus control.
Ayaan dodged a punch that sliced the air, countering with a perfect boxing jab. Zack parried and kicked at Ayaan's ribs with Taekwondo precision.
"Fast," Zack said, smirking. "But not faster than me."
Ayaan smiled faintly. "Let's find out."
He switched styles in an instant—his stance became lower, hands open—Jeet Kune Do. Then—Wing Chun, Karate, Boxing, Capoeira—every move flowed like water.
Zack's eyes widened. "You… you're not ordinary…"
Ayaan's footwork blurred—he ducked, weaved, and struck like lightning, mixing styles perfectly. One moment it was Muay Thai knees, the next a spinning kick from Taekwondo, then a swift judo throw that sent Zack crashing to the pavement.
Vasco smashed the giant through a wall with a roar.
Anshuman lifted his opponent by the collar and said, "Tell your boss… never mess with Gangseo visitors again," before slamming him down cold.
Zack stood back up, wiping blood from his lip. "You three… aren't simple fighters."
Ayaan's eyes glowed faintly as he said, "We're not here to fight… but if you stand in our way—"
Zack interrupted with a laugh. "Enough. You've proved your point. But remember… James will hear about this."
He turned away, his men limping behind him.
The night was quiet again.
Vasco grinned. "Pool, club, café… we've caused chaos everywhere."
Anshuman chuckled. "Yeah, but that was fun."
Ayaan smirked slightly. "Enjoy it while it lasts. Because from now on… things are going to get even harder."
Ayaan stepped out of the hotel into the cool morning air, the streets of Gangseo already busy with people and noise. He put his hands in his pockets and started walking aimlessly, just wanting some peace after all the chaos.
But after a few minutes, he felt something strange—someone was following him.
The sound of footsteps behind him matched his every move. He turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of a figure wearing a black helmet, walking a few meters behind.
Ayaan smirked to himself. "So… someone's tailing me, huh?" He decided to act like he didn't notice.
He turned into a narrow alley, calm and quiet. The figure followed, stepping faster—
But when the person reached the corner, Ayaan had vanished.
Before the stalker could react, a hand grabbed her wrist and slammed her against the wall—lightly, but firmly.
Ayaan ripped off her helmet—
And his eyes widened slightly. It was a girl.
She had long brown hair tied back, sharp eyes, and looked both scared and determined.
Ayaan loosened his grip immediately. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone flat but serious.
The girl breathed heavily. "I—I'm Lisa."
Ayaan crossed his arms. "Then why were you following me, Lisa?"
Lisa hesitated. "I saw you that day… when you were fighting. You took down those men like they were nothing. I need your help."
Ayaan frowned. "Help? With what?"
Lisa looked down, trembling slightly. "There's a company… They're blackmailing me."
"Why?" Ayaan asked, voice low.
"Because I signed a contract with them. I thought it was a modeling agency. But it wasn't…"
Ayaan narrowed his eyes. "What was it, then?"
Lisa's voice shook. "It was an underground company that transplants human skin. They use girls like me. I didn't know until it was too late."
Ayaan clenched his jaw. "You didn't read the contract?"
Lisa shook her head, guilt all over her face. "I thought it was a trustful company… until I found out what they were really doing."
Ayaan sighed and then said calmly, "Come with me."
He led her back to the hotel. When they entered, Vasco and Anshuman were sitting on the couch eating snacks. Both looked up instantly.
Vasco asked, "Who's that girl?"
Ayaan explained everything—how Lisa had been followed, blackmailed, and used by a company that sells girls' skin illegally.
Lisa added, "That company is huge. Many people work under them. But the one who created it… is James."
A sudden silence filled the room.
Anshuman's hand tightened into a fist. "James again…"
Vasco growled, "That monster never stops."
Lisa continued, "But the boss running this business isn't James himself. It's a man named Yuseong. He's cruel, merciless… no one dares to cross him."
Ayaan looked at Vasco and Anshuman. "If we're going to destroy this company, we'll need more people."
Vasco stood up with a smirk. "I have an idea."
The scene cut to all four of them—Ayaan, Anshuman, Vasco, and Lisa—standing in front of a massive modern building in the city's industrial zone.
Lisa pointed at the ground level. "The illegal operation is under the basement. That's where they keep the victims… and where Yuseong stays."
Ayaan cracked his neck and said coldly, "Then that's where we're going."
The storm was about to begin.
When they four went into the building, they saw people sitting inside.
Ayaan said, "Where is the basement entry?"
Lisa replied, "It's there, follow me."
She took them with her, and down there was a gate. Lisa entered a password, and the gate opened — but the moment it did, the cameras caught them, and sirens started blaring.
Yuseong, the company boss, immediately got alerted. Suddenly, dozens of workers came running toward them.
Vasco smirked and said, "I told all of you — I have an idea."
From behind them, Iron Fist and his men appeared.
Ayaan, Anshuman, and Lisa turned in surprise.
"We'll follow Vasco's lead!" Iron Fist shouted.
Vasco said, "You all fight them off. I'll take care of this place. You three, go ahead!"
Ayaan, Anshuman, and Lisa nodded and rushed deeper into the corridor.
Just then, a heavy thud echoed — a man stepped out of the shadows. His presence was overwhelming, muscles tensed, veins pulsing.
Vasco faced him. "Who the hell are you?"
The man cracked his knuckles. "Name's Daejin. Chief enforcer of this place."
Vasco clenched his fists and charged forward, landing a straight punch — but Daejin dodged easily and countered with a thunderous punch to Vasco's chest, sending him crashing into the wall.
Vasco wiped the blood from his lips and grinned. "Guess this won't be easy."
The fight began — and it was brutal. Daejin's movements were fast, controlled, and precise. Each strike carried monstrous strength. Vasco blocked a hook, countered with an uppercut, then twisted his body to slam his elbow into Daejin's jaw — but Daejin didn't even flinch.
Daejin's next punch landed square on Vasco's ribs, forcing him to the ground. Vasco coughed blood but slowly stood up again, eyes burning.
The battle between the Iron Body and the Monster Enforcer had just begun.
Daejin kept landing brutal punches on Vasco — one to the face, another to the ribs, then a crushing knee to the gut. Vasco stumbled back, blood dripping from his mouth, vision blurring.
Daejin smirked, turning toward Iron Fist's men. "You all think you can help him?"
Before anyone could react, Daejin grabbed one of Iron Fist's men by the arm — and with a loud crack, broke his bone clean in half. The man screamed in pain and fell.
Vasco froze for a second, his fists trembling. His breath grew heavier.
Then his eyes widened — rage flooding every part of his body.
He clenched his fists so tight that the ground beneath him cracked slightly. "You… broke my comrade's bone."
Daejin grinned. "What will you do about it?"
In an instant, Vasco vanished from his sight. Before Daejin could even react — BOOM!
A perfect punch landed directly on Daejin's face, the impact echoing through the basement. Daejin's feet lifted off the ground as he was sent flying back into the wall, cracking it deeply.
But Vasco didn't stop. His rage had taken full control. He charged at Daejin again, fists like iron cannons, each hit more powerful than the last.
Left punch. Right hook. Elbow strike. Knee slam. Over and over.
Blood splattered. Bones cracked. The entire floor shook with each blow.
Daejin tried to block, but Vasco's fury was unstoppable. One final uppercut sent Daejin crashing to the ceiling, then down to the ground, lifeless.
Vasco stood there, panting, fists covered in blood.
The Iron Body had unleashed his true wrath — and Daejin was beaten to death.
The scene cuts—
Ayaan, Anshuman, and Lisa walked cautiously through the dark hallway, the air thick with tension.
Then—THUD… THUD… THUD.
Heavy footsteps echoed closer and closer.
They turned the corner and saw Yuseong, sitting calmly on a steel throne, a smirk on his face.
"So, you're the ones causing all this noise," he said, his voice deep and mocking. "Welcome… to your graves."
Before Ayaan could respond, a massive giant man appeared behind him and slammed his colossal fist straight into Ayaan's back.
BOOM!
Ayaan flew across the hall and crashed violently into the wall, leaving a deep dent.
"AYAAN!" Anshuman yelled, rushing forward. He swung a powerful punch at the giant, but the monster didn't even flinch. Instead, the giant grabbed Anshuman by the neck and hurled him across the room.
Yuseong stood up slowly, his grin widening. "Kill the girl. She betrayed us."
The giant turned to Lisa, raising his enormous fist.
Lisa froze, terrified.
Ayaan coughed, struggling to get up, blood dripping from his mouth. "Don't… touch her!"
He dashed forward to block the attack, but the giant's punch was so powerful that it sent Ayaan crashing through another wall.
Yuseong laughed loudly. "Is that all? I thought you were supposed to be something special. You're weak—pathetic! No real training, no real strength!"
Ayaan slowly stood, wiping the blood from his mouth. His expression turned cold.
"Wait a minute… I'll show you the fear of death."
Anshuman came beside him. "Let's finish this together."
The two charged at the giant simultaneously — fists flying, kicks landing, but the monster barely budged. Their punches only made him angrier.
Yuseong scoffed. "Weaklings."
Then Ayaan closed his eyes and whispered, "Master."
CRAAASH!
The roof exploded as dust and debris filled the room.
Everyone shielded their eyes.
When the dust settled, Yuseong's eyes widened — standing in the middle of the room was a black figure, calm, silent, terrifying.
Ayaan said quietly, "Master… help us."
Yuseong's body tensed. "No way… that's—"
Before he could finish, Gun, the White Ghost himself, appeared.
In an instant, he vanished — and reappeared in front of the giant.
BOOM!
One punch — and the giant's entire body slammed into the wall like a broken doll, shaking the entire building.
Gun didn't even look at him again. "Ayaan," he said calmly, "your fight is not with him. It's with Yuseong. Show him what I taught you."
Ayaan cracked his neck. "I'll only use boxing this time."
Yuseong chuckled mockingly. "Boxing? You think that'll work on me?"
They clashed — fists flying like bullets, each movement too fast for normal eyes to follow.
Yuseong's speed was unreal; he appeared behind Ayaan and slammed him down.
Ayaan struggled to rise, bruised and bleeding.
Yuseong laughed. "So this is your student, Gun?"
Gun grinned. "No… he's not my student." He paused.
"He's my masterpiece."
Suddenly, Yuseong froze — a chill ran down his spine.
Behind him, Ayaan stood up again — but this time, his eyes were pitch-black. His aura shifted, cold and unreadable.
Ultra Instinct — Activated.
Yuseong lunged forward with a furious punch, but Ayaan disappeared — and in the next second, was behind him.
CRACK!
A perfect counterpunch landed on Yuseong's ribs, sending him flying.
Then came a storm of movement —
Ayaan weaving, dodging, striking with surgical precision — every hit clean, every motion flawless.
Yuseong tried everything — kicks, grapples, feints — but Ayaan's Ultra Instinct read every move before it happened.
Each counter hit harder, faster, sharper.
The battle shook the entire underground facility — the sounds of their fight echoing like thunder.
Ayaan, the White Ghost's masterpiece, had fully awakened.
The fight had ended in pure destruction. The floor was cracked, the walls shattered, and the air was thick with smoke.
Ayaan stood, breathing heavily, his eyes slowly returning to normal. Yuseong lay unconscious on the ground — completely defeated.
Gun walked forward, slow and calm, his expression proud. "You really are my masterpiece," he said with a grin.
Ayaan smirked weakly. "If you had fought him yourself… how long would it have taken you to beat him?"
Gun chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "Less than a minute."
The room went silent. Even Anshuman, Vasco, and Lisa stared at him in disbelief.
Gun's aura faded, and he turned around. "You're ready, Ayaan. The world won't be kind — but neither are we."
Outside, police sirens roared. Officers stormed in, arresting the unconscious guards and Yuseong. They began sealing off the building, collecting evidence of James's dark empire.
Lisa turned to the group, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you… all of you. You saved my life."
Ayaan smiled faintly. "Just stay safe now."
Gun placed a hand on Ayaan's shoulder. "I have things to take care of. You'll see me again soon." And just like that — he disappeared into the shadows.
The three of them — Ayaan, Anshuman, and Vasco — returned to school the next day.
When they arrived, they heard an announcement:
"Due to reconstruction and damage, the school will remain closed for one month."
Ayaan stretched his arms, smiling slightly. "A whole month, huh? Sounds like the perfect time for… an adventure."
Anshuman raised an eyebrow. "Adventure?"
Ayaan pulled out his phone, showing a webpage. "It says here — whoever solves the mystery of the haunted mansion in the jungle wins ₹5,00,000."
Vasco leaned forward. "Money and mystery? I'm in."
Anshuman smirked. "Count me in too."
Then Zoe appeared out of nowhere. "You guys are going somewhere without me?"
Ayaan smiled. "Guess not anymore."
Before they could plan further, two girls from their class walked up — one with long blonde hair and piercing eyes, the other with dark hair tied up stylishly.
The first smiled. "If it's dangerous and fun, we're coming too. I'm Sally."
The second winked. "And I'm Crystal."
Ayaan looked at them, amused. "Alright then… team's getting bigger."
Zoe grinned. "So we're going tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow morning," Ayaan confirmed. "Sam will arrange the ride."
That night, Ayaan texted Sam:
"Need your Range Rover for a jungle trip. Mystery job."
Sam replied instantly:
"Keys are yours. Don't crash it."
The next morning, their adventure would begin.