The city had become a battlefield.
Crocodile Society forces crawled like locusts through every alley and street, their presence choking Incheon under a suffocating wave of blood and steel. Bodies littered the ground—some groaning in agony, others lifeless, already claimed by death. The stench of iron and smoke clung to the air. People screamed, cried, ran, or collapsed.
The city wasn't living anymore.
The city was burning.
Amidst the chaos, Sung Jegal and Roy fought like cornered beasts. Their fists and weapons struck with precision, crushing anyone who dared come near. Dark Society men fell left and right—skulls cracking, ribs breaking, teeth shattering.
Roy, bloodied but smiling like a madman, knocked another soldier unconscious with a brutal hook and bellowed across the carnage:
"WHO'S NEXT?!"
His voice echoed through the blood-soaked streets.
But then—silence.
A strange hush fell across the Crocodile Society's ranks.
The mob of soldiers shifted, parting as though making way for something… someone.
Two figures emerged.
The first carried a sword, its gleam catching the sunlight, slicing through the smoke-filled air with authority. His eyes were sharp, his expression cold. He stepped forward, voice heavy and deliberate, speaking in Mandarin Chinese:
"So… you are the Speed Faction."
The sound of his words rippled through the battlefield, even though most didn't understand the language. The sheer confidence in his tone was enough to freeze the moment.
He continued, his voice low but cutting:
"You've become a nuisance to our Supreme Leader… and to our entire faction. But today, that ends. We will erase your little group, and anyone foolish enough to help you."
His sword tilted downward, the point scratching against the pavement, sending sparks skittering across the street.
"My name… is Liang Zhang."
He pointed to the silent figure beside him.
"And this is Han Long. Remember our names… for they will be the last ones you ever hear."
The crowd of Crocodile Society soldiers roared in approval, stamping the ground, their voices blending into a chaotic chorus.
Sung Jegal and Roy said nothing.
Their faces remained cold, unreadable.
Liang Zhang smirked at their silence, the sword in his hand rising slowly.
"So be it…"
He lunged forward, blade cutting through the air like lightning.
The real clash was about to begin.
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