The headquarters of the Dark Crocodile Society was wrapped in silence—heavy, suffocating silence. The walls themselves seemed to groan under the weight of humiliation that Daniel—Cheon Ma—had inflicted upon them.
Yu Jae Seon stood rigidly, head lowered, in front of the throne-like chair. On it sat Paecheon Jo, the supreme ruler of the Dark Crocodile Society. His expression was unreadable, but the air trembled with suppressed fury.
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🔥 The Report
Yu Jae's voice was steady, though every word seemed to carry a death sentence.
"Boss… Cheon Ma is no ordinary man. He crushed not only our leaders in combat but annihilated five hundred of our foot soldiers. The streets of Incheon whisper his name already. They call him a monster… some even call him a hero."
For a long moment, Paecheon said nothing. Then—
CRACK.
The sound echoed like a gunshot. Paecheon's fist had slammed into the wall beside him, leaving a deep fracture in the concrete. Dust rained down as everyone in the chamber stiffened in fear.
Paecheon's breathing was heavy, his veins bulging across his forearm. His face twisted in rage, but slowly, with deliberate control, he exhaled and pulled back his fist.
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🦂 The Order
"Yu Jae." His voice was low, venomous.
"I want every shred of information on this Cheon Ma. His past. His present. Where he came from. Who he is. Not a single detail must be left hidden. Do you understand me?"
Yu Jae bowed deeply. "Yes, Boss. We'll mobilize every network we have."
Paecheon leaned forward, eyes gleaming with a murderous fire.
"If this… thing… wants to stain my empire with blood, then I'll drag his skeleton out for the world to see. I'll tear apart the myth before it can even grow."
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⚔️ Plans of War
"What of our counterattack?" Paecheon demanded.
Yu Jae answered quickly.
"We've already contacted our Chinese reinforcements. Mercenaries and soldiers from Shanghai will arrive in two days. Elite enforcers. Their loyalty is guaranteed."
Paecheon gave a sharp nod. "Good. And Gwangseong?"
"Nothing new. Our agents are watching them closely. No moves yet."
Paecheon leaned back, his fingers tapping the armrest. His eyes narrowed, a predator's glare.
"Then hear me well. First, I will crush this so-called Speed Faction. I will rip their resistance apart piece by piece."
He leaned forward, his voice deepening into a growl.
"And Cheon Ma… especially him. He dares humiliate me? He dares trample my authority? It took me years—YEARS—to build this empire through fear, through strength, through blood. And he thinks he can spit on it with one massacre?"
Paecheon's face twisted into something inhuman, his fury finally boiling over into a vow.
"I will destroy him. I swear it on my name. I will break his body, his spirit, and his legend. By the time I'm done, the name Cheon Ma will mean nothing but ash and ruin."
The chamber shook with the intensity of his voice, and everyone present bowed, trembling.
In that moment, the war between the Dragon and the Crocodile was no longer a whisper. It was a blood oath.
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