The Counterattack Plan
Inside a dimly lit warehouse, Jaegyeon Na spread out a large map of Incheon across a wooden table. Around him stood Speed's key members, tension hanging heavy in the air. At the far end, Cheon Ma—Daniel—leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his dragon tattoo still fresh in their minds.
Jaegyeon's voice was steady, but grim.
"The Dark Crocodile Society has brought in foreign reinforcements. They'll flood our city and crush us if we fight without a plan. We must strike smart."
Roy frowned.
"Do we know who they are? How many?"
Yeowool shook his head, frustrated.
"Our spies only confirmed that a large enforcement unit has arrived. But their identities, their abilities, their exact numbers—nothing. It's all hidden."
A shadow fell over the group as the weight of the unknown sank in.
Daniel's gaze sharpened as he pushed away from the wall, stepping closer.
"We don't wait for them to corner us. We force them into traps. Guerrilla strikes, one after another. Bleed them, break them, never let them breathe."
Roy clenched his fists.
"Easier said than done. They've got thousands, and if these reinforcements are stronger than the ones we already fought…"
Daniel cut him off with a cold smile.
"Then I'll break them myself. But we need to separate their command from their soldiers. Kill the head, the body dies."
Jaegyeon gave a slow nod, studying Daniel's calm, predatory tone.
"Then our counterattack begins with information. Find their routes, their leaders' positions. We'll make them regret stepping into Incheon."
For the first time that night, Daniel's demon smile appeared.
"Good. Let them come. I'll be waiting."
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🦂 The Crocodile's Control
Meanwhile, Incheon was no longer free.
Patrols of Dark Crocodile Society foot soldiers marched the streets in black coats and masks, dragging civilians from alleys for questioning. Anyone suspected of aiding Speed or Cheon Ma was cuffed, beaten, or simply disappeared into vans.
The once lively markets stood silent, shops shuttered, families hiding indoors. Every corner of the city smelled of fear.
A whispered name, however, still passed through the terrified crowd: Cheon Ma. Some whispered it in hope, others in dread.
But the Crocodile's orders were absolute—find him, find Speed, destroy them.
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🐉 The Enemy's Strategy
Inside a heavily guarded hotel-turned-headquarters, Zhao Chen sat at the head of a table, cigarette smoke curling around his face. His four enforcers stood around him—Qin Wei cracking his knuckles, Liang Zhang polishing his blade, Han Long coiling his steel chains, and Jiang Feng quietly observing with cold calculation.
Zhao Chen's voice was calm, precise.
"Jaegyeon Na and his Speed Faction are united by loyalty. But loyalty can be broken. Cheon Ma fights like a demon. If he remains among them, their morale grows. So we divide them."
Jiang Feng finally spoke, his tone sharp.
"Separate Jaegyeon Na from Cheon Ma. And isolate the rest of the Speed members elsewhere. Three fronts. Their strength comes from unity—if we fracture it, they collapse."
Qin Wei slammed his fist into the table, his grin wide.
"Give me Cheon Ma. I'll crush his bones until he begs for death."
Liang Zhang chuckled darkly, sliding his thumb across the edge of his blade.
"No. He's mine. I want to see how loudly the dragon screams when cut open."
Han Long stayed silent, only tightening his chains, the sound metallic and menacing.
Zhao Chen raised a hand, silencing them. His eyes gleamed with a predator's patience.
"Don't fight over scraps. All of you will have your chance. But remember—Cheon Ma is mine. I will break his myth with my own hands."
The enforcers nodded, the plan set in stone.
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🌑 The Stage is Set
As patrols tightened across Incheon and fear ruled the streets, both sides sharpened their blades.
Jaegyeon and Daniel planned to bleed their enemy with strikes from the shadows.
Zhao Chen and his enforcers plotted to divide, isolate, and annihilate.
The clash was no longer avoidable.
The question now was—who would survive the storm?
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