The blood of five hundred still stained the streets of Incheon, but the city would not forget the name.
Cheon Ma.
A monster.
A savior.
A devil cloaked in human skin.
Every whisper carried his name like wildfire, leaping from street corners to alleys, from markets to nightclubs.
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š The Myth of Cheon Ma
"Did you hear? He took on five hundred men."
"No, no, it was a thousand!"
"They say his body is carved like steel, and a dragon tattoo glows on his back when he fights."
"My uncle swears he saw him laughing like a demon while tearing men apart!"
For civilians, he became a symbol of resistanceāa weapon against the darkness of the Crocodiles.
For criminals, he was a living nightmare, a warning that even monsters could bleed.
And for the youth of Incheon, his name was whispered with awe. Cheon Maāthe man who defied the untouchable Dark Crocodile Society.
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š¦ Dark Crocodile Society HQ
The meeting hall was suffocating with tension.
Mugak Wang's face was still swollen, his pride torn apart. The other leaders sat silently as the elders announced grim news.
"Our losses cannot be hidden," one said coldly. "The underworld is already laughing at us. Incheon will think us weak."
Another elder slammed the table.
"Then we will remind them who rules these streets! Send word to our brothers in Shanghai. The Snake Fang Triad owes us a blood debt."
A messenger hurried in with updates:
"Contact has been made. Reinforcements are mobilizing from Chinaāmercenaries, killers, and enforcers. They will arrive within a week."
The leaders exhaled with relief, except Rashid, who muttered, "And if even that isn't enough? That demonā¦ he isn't like others. You all saw it."
Mugak's rage boiled over. He slammed his fist into the table, cracking the wood.
"I don't give a fuck if he's a demon or a god! We'll drown him in bodies until he breaks. He will PAY for this shame!"
The elders exchanged dark looks. The order was given.
The Dark Crocodile Society would bring in international reinforcementsāa storm was coming from China.
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ā” Speed Faction's Unease
In the safehouse, the Speed Faction tried to process everything.
The air was heavy with awe and fear.
Roy muttered, "Cheon Ma's name is everywhere now. Kids are calling him a hero. Gangsters are calling him the devil."
Boknam rubbed his neck nervously. "Hero or devil, I just knowā¦ if he wasn't with us, we'd already be dead."
Sung Jegal shook his head. "No. He's not with us. He's his own force. We're just lucky we're standing on the same sideāfor now."
Yeowool's eyes flicked to Jaegyeon. "Bossā¦ what do you think?"
Jaegyeon lit a cigarette, staring into the night. His voice was calm but firm.
"He's not a man. He's a storm. And storms don't have sidesāthey only destroy whatever's in their path."
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š„ Daniel Alone
Atop a rooftop overlooking Incheon, Daniel leaned against the railing, shirt torn, dragon tattoo still visible on his back.
He listened to the distant murmurs of people calling his name, some with hope, others with terror.
"Cheon Maā¦ Cheon Maā¦ Cheon Maā¦"
His lips curled into a thin, merciless smile.
"They'll send more. From China, from Japan, from wherever they can crawl. Good."
His eyes burned cold, his voice a whisper carried by the night wind.
"Let them come. The more they send, the louder the world will scream my name when they fall."
And somewhere deep inside him, the laugh rose againālow, demonic, echoing across the rooftops.
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