Loma left after their meeting, stepping outside to chill, when suddenly a wall of bodies appeared—100 men encircled him.
Panic shot through his veins. Heart pounding, breath quickening, every muscle tensed.
Loma (thinking): What… what do they want?
???: "Boss wants to meet with you. Follow us."
His limbs stiffened as he complied, the sheer force of their presence pressing down on him like a storm. Every step felt heavier, every shadow around them darker, their eyes sharp, unwavering.
???: "Go inside…"
Loma obeyed, entering a spacious room dimly lit. At the center, a man sat calmly, a cup of soda in hand. He took a slow sip, then set it down. His gaze locked on Loma, piercing straight through him.
???: "Lomaa."
For a heartbeat, Loma's soul left his body. His knees threatened to buckle.
Loma: "Who…?"
???: "I'm Hwang Cho."
A chill ran down Loma's spine, yet he forced himself to stand tall. The man's aura wasn't loud or flashy—it was a silent weight, a sharp, deadly presence that could crush an entire street without lifting a finger.
Cho (calm, commanding): "I heard you're planning to take on Azure Fangs, aren't you?"
Loma (swallowing hard): "Yeahh…"
Cho let out a low chuckle, almost like a predator amused by a curious pup.
Cho: "I'll help you. I'll provide my hundred men. Take them down. Failure is not an option."
The air itself seemed to vibrate with Cho's authority. Loma felt the pulse of every heartbeat in the room sync with the silent force radiating from him. His fists clenched, palms sweating, legs tense, and yet… he didn't fall.
Loma: "Yeahh."
Cho's eyes flicked over him once more, sharp and assessing.
Cho: "I'm impressed."
Loma nodded, swallowing the weight of both fear and resolve. Turning, he stepped out of the room, flanked by Cho's hundred men. The night around them felt colder, heavier, as if the city itself was holding its breath.
Closing visual: Loma walked forward, the men fanning out behind him in perfect formation, their shadows stretching long across the streets. Above them, neon signs flickered, casting shards of light over the quiet city—a calm before the storm. Tomorrow, the battle would begin.
Chapter 69 end