The streets of Incheon were no longer calm—Dark Crocodile Society patrols scoured every alley, every hideout, hunting for a trace of Speed Faction and especially for the one called Cheon Ma.
At the head of one such force was Qin Wei, his presence alone enough to terrify the civilians who dared peek from their windows. He had been tasked with smoking out the rebels and delivering their corpses to the Society.
But whispers filled the air. Whispers of a man who had done the impossible.
Five hundred Crocodile Society men, cut down. Squad leaders humiliated.
All by a single figure.
Qin Wei sneered at the rumors, dismissing them as exaggerations, until the elder enforcer, Zhao Chen, confirmed the tale. That was the reason they had crossed the sea to Korea—not for sport, but because the Society feared this phantom named Cheon Ma.
"Search every hole," Qin Wei barked in Mandarin, his voice echoing as his men overturned crates and ripped through underground tunnels. "If they hide, drag them out. If they resist, break them."
But before his men could press deeper—
BOOM!
A smoke grenade exploded in the middle of the street.
"烟雾弹!" ("Smoke grenade!") Qin Wei roared.
Thick smoke consumed the block, blinding the Dark Crocodile soldiers. From within the haze came footsteps—then the war cries of Speed Faction.
"ATTACK!"
Like wolves out of the mist, Speed Faction foot soldiers surged forward, swinging bats, pipes, knives—anything that could kill. They slammed into the Dark Crocodile men with reckless fury.
The battle was chaos. Steel against flesh. Screams against laughter. Qin Wei waded into the carnage like a beast, smashing Koreans to the ground with his fists, throwing bodies aside as if they were nothing.
"谁下一个? 你们这些狗娘养的韩国佬!" ("Who's next, you Korean motherfuckers?!") he bellowed, blood dripping from his knuckles.
But then—
CRACK!
A powerful kick caught him square in the chest, sending him stumbling back.
The smoke cleared just enough for Qin Wei to see his attacker.
Tall. Muscular. Expression carved from stone.
Sebastian Kang.
The Speed Faction's iron fist had entered the battlefield.
Qin Wei's lips twisted into a bloody grin. "终于…你从洞里爬出来了,韩国老鼠!" ("At last… you crawl out from your hole, you Korean rat!")
Sebastian said nothing, only raising his fists. The silence itself was a challenge.
Qin Wei laughed darkly, his voice rising above the chaos. "怎么?不说话?别担心,我会让你开口的." ("What? Not going to say anything? Don't worry, I'll make you talk.")
Then he spread his arms, declaring for all to hear—Dark Crocodile soldiers, Speed Faction rebels, and terrified civilians alike:
"Today, this city will burn to ashes!"
The line was drawn. The clash between enforcers and rebels had begun.
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