The guy in the wolf costume took off his oversized mascot head. He looked at Shan Wolf with a delinquent scowl.
"The fuck? I thought I tipped you already," he said, giving a mocking look.
Shan brushed it off and gave a half–fake apology, playing along because the idiot clearly thought he was a waiter. Honestly, Shan had thought the same at first.
As the guy stepped past him to leave, Shan caught sight of something behind the delinquent's shoulder.
His eyes sharpened immediately. Gin Chu Won. Standing with his two lackeys.
Without hesitation, Shan kicked the delinquent away. The man was sent flying across the floor, crashing into a table as Gin Chu Won and his two lackeys looked toward the commotion.
"WHERE IS SHE! WHERE IS SAE JIN MEI!"
His roar echoed through the hall, filled with rage but sharp with commanding force.
"Boss, I'm guessing that's the niche boyfriend," one of the lackeys muttered.
Gin Chu Won looked at Shan Wolf. Their eyes locked, tension snapping between them like wire ready to break.
"So you are that bitch's bitch, huh?" Gin Chu Won said. He lifted his right hand to his temple, massaging it as if Shan was giving him a headache. Annoyance and arrogance radiated off him.
"Sae Jin Mei is a looker, I'll give her that. But she is a real problem."
"Cut the fucking crap, motherfucker. Where the fuck is she?"
Shan's voice trembled with controlled fury.
Then he heard a staggered sound beside him.
He turned.
His heart dropped. A migraine of rage exploded behind his eyes.
Kim Yeon was standing there, dazed, drunk. Light kiss marks and bruises blemished her skin. White liquid clung to the corner of her mouth and streaked faintly across her chest.
Shan Wolf froze.
Then something in him snapped.
"Oh? Interested in this young fresh meat?" Gin Chu Won asked casually. He lifted a glass of whiskey in Shan's direction like he was offering a toast. "How about you and me have a deal."
THUD.
Shan Wolf's fist smashed into Gin Chu Won's face so hard that the man's skull bounced off the wall behind him.
In the same breath, Shan grabbed him by the throat and twisted. A brutal, sickening crack echoed through the room as Gin Chu Won's neck bent into a dislocated, fatal angle.
"What the fuck! What the fuck!" one lackey screamed.
"Get security!"
"Holy fucking shit! Stop him!"
They scrambled backward in panic. One lackey reached desperately for his walkie talkie.
Shan stomped down on the man's wrist. The bones beneath his shoe snapped like dry branches.
"You are all fucking dead meat," Shan muttered coldly, his voice low and lethal.
Chaos erupted in the next minute.
Shan Wolf cradled Kim Yeon tightly in his arms as he leaped from the upper floor balcony.
The drop was two stories. He landed hard, knees bending into the impact, the floor cracking beneath him.
"Still fucking got it. Me."
He muttered under his breath as he shifted Kim Yeon's weight, adjusting her so her head rested safely against his chest.
Security guards rushed in, followed by the rest of Gin Chu Won's henchmen. The disco hall was packed with dancers, lights flashing wildly through the chaos.
Screams filled the air as crowds pushed away from the unfolding violence.
Shan's presence radiated fury. Every breath he took shook with barely contained wrath.
Every muscle in his body moved with surgical, violent precision.
And the entire hall braced for the storm he was about to unleash.
"GET HIM."
The men charged in, but Shan Wolf calmly reached into his blazer and pulled out a thick stack of cash. Without hesitation, he threw it high into the air.
The crowd suddenly froze.
People stopped mid-orgy.
Drunk couples halted their sloppy sex in the corners.
Every greedy, intoxicated eye lifted toward the raining money.
"Is that real?"
"Free money."
The entire hall erupted. Bodies lunged upward, hands reaching, screams rising as bills fluttered in the flashing neon lights.
The DJ, unaware of the chaos, amped up the bass, blasting the room with violent vibrations that matched the frenzy.
"Get out of my way."
Shan Wolf sprang forward. He stepped onto the knee of a charging security guard, using him like a stepping stone, then stomp-kicked the man backward, sending him flying into a cluster of henchmen.
Shan landed, spun, ducked under a swinging baton, and delivered a rising elbow that shattered a jaw.
Another guard grabbed him from behind, but Shan flipped him over his shoulder like the man weighed nothing.
Bodies fell in every direction.
Money rained.
Lights strobed.
The club drowned in chaos.
He pushed through the last line of guards, Kim Yeon held securely with one arm, and burst through the exit doors.
"Huh... huh... Kim Yeon..."
Ingrid Mikage was standing at the entrance of the Harlon Hotel Nightclub, breathing heavily as if she had sprinted miles.
Her half-black, half-sheer outfit clung to her body, still soaked with sweat from her intense sex with Shan Wolf earlier in her office.
Her hair was messy, cheeks flushed, perfume mixed with adrenaline.
CRASH.
The doors slammed open. Ingrid looked up.
Shan Wolf stood there, panting, covered in dust and sweat, but still burning with fury. In his arms—her eyes widened.
Kim Yeon.
Her sixteen-year-old daughter.
Bruised. Dazed. Barely conscious.
"Kim Yeon!"
Ingrid rushed to them and grabbed her daughter, hugging her tight as panic began to shake her shoulders. Kim Yeon's head lolled weakly, no strength left in her body.
"What...? What is going on? What happened to my daughter?"
Her voice cracked. She looked at Shan in frantic terror, begging for an answer.
Before Shan could speak, Ingrid's eyes lifted over his shoulder.
A swarm of security guards and Gin Chu Won's remaining henchmen poured out of the nightclub behind him, surrounding them like wolves closing in.
Shan Wolf turned his back to Ingrid. He did not look at her, only kept his eyes forward.
"Go," he muttered.
She hesitated. Her breath trembled.
"GO."
His roar shook the air.
Ingrid finally understood. Clutching Kim Yeon tightly to her chest, she ran to her Porsche. Tires screeched as she sped toward the hospital, her heart breaking with every second.
As for Shan Wolf.
He rolled his shoulders.
Cracked his neck.
Flexed his arms.
Bent his legs.
Every joint in his body popped like a beast waking up from chains.
His eyes lifted to the men surrounding him.
"Bring it, motherfuckers."
Shan Wolf raised his middle finger at the circle of remaining security guards and henchmen.
His taunt cut through the pounding rain and the echo of distant club music.
They roared in anger and charged at him.
Shan Wolf stared at them and every instinct inside him lit up with brutal clarity.
Every what if.
Every calculation.
Every violent solution flickered through his mind in a split second.
He ran toward them.
"Come on, me. You are a former fucking child mercenary. Fight."
The words screamed inside his skull, pumping fire into his veins.
He collided with the first man, grabbing him by the collar and slamming his face into the pavement. Blood splattered across Shan's cheek.
Another swung a baton, but Shan ducked and snapped the man's knee sideways with a vicious kick.
A third tried to jump him from behind, but Shan grabbed his wrist and broke it with a ruthless twist before smashing his elbow into the man's nose.
Blood stained his working attire, soaking into his blazer, marking his shirt, streaking across his face. His breathing grew harsher, more animalistic.
Rain began pouring harder.
Cold. Heavy. Violent.
It made the blood on the ground run in red rivers.
Some of the thugs pulled out pocket knives. Others went for full military blades. Metal gleamed in the stormlight.
Shan moved without hesitation.
One man lunged with a knife.
Shan sidestepped, grabbed the attacker's wrist, dislocated it, and jerked the blade free.
As it slipped upward, spinning in the air from the force, Shan caught it in midair and stabbed the man in the chest.
"U.S. 12. Classic."
He muttered it almost casually.
More thugs scrambled for whatever weapons they could find. A broken table leg. A wrench. Even a fire extinguisher. Anything to survive the monster they were facing.
Shan wiped the blood from his face and slicked his wet black hair back with one hand. Rainwater ran down his jaw. His eyes glowed with cold fury.
He rolled his sleeves up.
Loosened his tie.
Unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
His chest rose and fell with murderous rhythm.
Then he dropped into a tactical stance.
They rushed him.
He rushed them.
Bodies collided.
Blades flashed.
Thunder rumbled overhead as Shan fought like a demon carved from brutality and survival. He charged, slammed, stabbed, flipped, and crushed. Men screamed.
The pavement turned slick with rain and blood. The night became nothing but violence and breath.
Minutes passed.
Then dozens.
Almost an hour.
By the time the rain began to calm, Shan Wolf stood among piles of bodies. He inhaled sharply, chest heaving.
He sat down on a mound of bloodied henchmen and security corpses, resting his elbows on his knees. His vision swayed from adrenaline crash.
Finally, he pushed himself up and pulled out his phone. He dialed Ingrid.
"Which hospital?" he asked, voice gravelly.
She answered shakily.
"Okay. Stay there. I am coming."
Shan ended the call. He staggered for a moment, then rolled his shoulder, warming his body back up. His muscles screamed but he ignored them.
He walked to the parking lot and spotted a motorcycle leaning unattended beside a car.
"Can not believe I am stealing a bike at this age. Though I have to thank my kidnappers for turning me into a monstrous child mercenary."
He muttered with a tired smirk, climbed onto the bike, revved the engine, and shot off into the night toward Seoul Hospital where Ingrid and Kim Yeon were waiting.
At Seoul Hospital, Ingrid paced left and right, her steps sharp and frantic. Her plump exotic body trembled with fear every time she turned. Her high heels clicked against the cold floor, echoing the panic in her heart.
She paced for minutes.
Then seconds.
Then minutes again.
Her mind repeated the same worry over and over.
Her only daughter.
Her sixteen year old baby.
"Ingrid."
She snapped her head up. Shan Wolf came running toward her, still soaked from the rain, panting, bruised, streaked with blood that was not all his. He grabbed her shoulders firmly.
"How is she?"
"I do not know. They are giving her scans and MRI tests and everything." Ingrid's voice cracked as she struggled to hold herself together. She looked up at him with trembling eyes.
"How did you even know Kim Yeon was there?"
"I did not." Shan replied quietly.
He didn't want to tell her about his ability to rewind time by death, or how it sometimes gave him rare glimpses of the future. He could not tell her nor will. Not now. Not when she was already breaking.
"Truth is, Sae Jin Mei was also a candidate for Gin Chu Won. For the audition. They wanted a new face model girl for the Won Group."
Ingrid stiffened.
"You are telling me this was all the Won family's doing?"
"No. And I do not know." Shan shook his head. "All I know is Gin Chu Won was behind this. I started suspecting him when I felt something was wrong about that bitch."
Before Ingrid could say anything more, the doctor pushed open the emergency room doors.
"Who is the relative of Kim Yeon Mikage?" he called.
"Me. I am her mother, Ingrid Mikage." Ingrid said quickly. She rushed forward, her voice trembling.
The doctor swallowed and lowered his gaze.
"I am sorry, ma'am."
Ingrid froze. Her breath stopped.
"What? What do you mean sorry?" she asked, stepping closer with shaking hands.
"Your daughter… we found substances in her system. Aphrodisiacs. Cochineal. And…"
"And what? Tell me. Tell me."
The doctor hesitated.
Then he delivered the final blow.
"Devil's Breath."
Ingrid blinked, not fully understanding.
"What?"
"Devil's Breath, ma'am. A very rare drug. Mostly used for crimes in the U.S."
"I do not follow… is there a cure? Can you treat it?"
"There is a treatment. But I am sorry."
Ingrid snapped.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SORRY? ANSWER ME! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DAUGHTER!"
The doctor bowed deeply, his voice shaking.
"I am sorry, ma'am. Your daughter, Kim Yeon Mikage, has left this world. She was brutally raped and forcefully drugged."
Thunder exploded outside the hospital.
Rain poured harder than ever, as if the sky itself was grieving.
Ingrid's eyes widened.
Her knees gave out.
She fell backward, but Shan Wolf caught her just before she hit the floor.
"Let go. LET ME GO!" she screamed, thrashing in his arms. "MY DAUGHTER! MY KIM YEON! I NEED TO SEE HER! GET OFF!"
Shan held her tightly as she clawed, pushed, and beat against his chest. She cried from a place so deep that it tore the air apart. Her voice cracked into raw agony.
Everyone knew Ingrid Mikage as a cold hearted woman. Business iron. A queen of ice.
But right now she was none of those things.
She was just a mother.
A mother whose child had died in the worst way possible.
"KIM YEON!"
Her scream echoed through the sterile hospital corridors, drowning everything else.
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Chapter 62 — End.