"130 matches, 128 wins, 1 draw, 1 defeat. GANGDONG's mighty 'WARREN CHAE.' Tell me—why won't you give it your all?"
"Why did you hold back on that last punch?" Jerry asked, looking down at the fallen Warren.
Warren murmured, "...She'll get sad."
Jerry frowned. "Come again?"
"Sally's going through a lot right now. If I keep fighting, it'll only hurt her more. You beat me, so just end it here. This should be enough to avenge Back Door." Warren's smile was laced with pain. "I hate to break it to you, but we're not a crew or anything. We're just a bunch of kids who had nowhere else to go."
"I don't want my family dragged into this anymore. I don't care what you do to me—but please, don't let the others know about this..." Warren's voice was strained.
"I'm protecting someone too. I understand," Jerry replied quietly.
"Thanks."
"...Understood. Now, I'll deliver Jake's message: If there's no suitable candidate for Gangdong, then Big Deal of Gangseo... takes over Gangdong as well." Jerry raised his fist.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU BALD MOTHERFUCKER?!" Vin Jin roared from the sidelines.
Vin Jin tore off his sunglasses. "I don't care who the fuck Jake is! I don't care who the fuck you are! But the guy you beat up? I know he's one of the few people I acknowledge!"
Jerry rushed at Vin Jin with a punch. Vin Jin tilted his head slightly, dodging it.
"You've got no technique, you bald bastard!"
Jerry didn't reply. He threw another punch. Vin Jin caught it with his palms, but the force sent him crashing into a garage door. He got up and cracked his neck. "You know, you fight like a bitch!"
Vin Jin dashed forward and literally lifted Jerry by grabbing his thighs. Jerry bashed at Vin Jin's head, then started throwing wild punches. Vin Jin grabbed Jerry's back collar and executed a brutal Sweeping Hip Throw.
Jerry flipped and crashed headfirst into the ground, his head embedded in the concrete.
Seeing this, Johan moved to intervene, but Gun stopped him. "It's not over yet."
Jerry stood and rushed toward Vin Jin, throwing a wild punch.
Vin Jin didn't back down an inch. As the punch whistled past his head, he ducked, shot forward, and wrapped his legs around Jerry's charging form in a sudden grip.
It was a brutal Scissor-Leg Takedown. Jerry was caught completely off guard, his momentum working against him as Vin Jin leveraged his full body weight.
"YOU CAN'T ESCAPE!" Vin Jin shouted.
With a ferocious, twisting motion, Vin Jin wrenched his legs, taking the towering Jerry off his feet and slamming him into the concrete with a sickening crunch. Dust and debris exploded outward.
Jerry groaned, but he wasn't about to go down easily.
Vin Jin, however, wasn't finished. He spotted a sturdy, broken metal pole jutting from the wreckage of the destroyed garage door. In a blur of motion, he grabbed it.
Before Jerry could fully stand, Vin Jin was already in motion, using the pole as an anchor and lunging into an inverted position. He secured a crushing Pole-Assisted Grapple around Jerry's massive neck and shoulder, using the pole as a central point of leverage.
Vin Jin gritted his teeth. "STAY DOWN, YOU BALD BASTARD!"
The pressure was so immense that Jerry's face flushed crimson, his veins bulging.
Jerry's massive hands shot up, gripping the pole with monsterous strength. His muscles bulged as he strained against Vin Jin's hold.
"Not... done... yet!" Jerry growled through clenched teeth.
With a roar that Jerry planted his feet and pushed. The pole groaned under the opposing forces—Vin Jin pulling one way, Jerry the other. Then, with an explosive surge of raw power, Jerry twisted his entire body, using his superior mass to wrench the pole—and Vin Jin with it—in a violent arc.
Vin Jin's eyes widened as he felt himself being swung like a ragdoll. "Shit—!"
CRASH!
Jerry slammed Vin Jin against the concrete wall, the impact forcing Vin Jin to release his grip. Vin Jin hit the ground hard, rolling with the momentum to minimize the damage.
"Hah... hah..." Vin Jin panted, pushing himself up on one knee. Blood trickled from his temple. "What's with his monsterous strength!"
Jerry stood tall, rolling his shoulders. His neck was red where the pole had dug in, "Jake Kim gave me a mission. I won't fail."
"Yeah? I don't give a fuck about your Jake!" Vin Jin spat blood onto the ground.
Jerry rushed forward, throwing a heavy straight punch aimed at Vin Jin's face.
Vin Jin stepped into Jerry's guard, deflecting the punch with his forearm while simultaneously gripping Jerry's lapel and sleeve. Before Jerry could react, Vin Jin dropped his hips low, turned his body, and executed a major hip throw.
Jerry's eyes widened as he felt his feet leave the ground. His massive frame flipped through the air and crashed into the concrete with devastating force, dust exploding outward.
"THE ONLY THING I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT NOW IS TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" Vin Jin shouted.
But Jerry was far from finished. As Vin Jin moved in to follow up, Jerry's hand shot out, grabbing Vin Jin's ankle and yanking him down. Vin Jin crashed to the ground, and both of them immediately scrambled for position.
Jerry tried to use his weight advantage, attempting to establish a mount position, but Vin Jin used his hips to create space, then suddenly wrapped his legs around Jerry's arm in an attempt at an armbar.
Jerry felt the pressure on his elbow and roared, using pure strength to resist. He lifted Vin Jin's entire body off the ground, armbar and all, then slammed him back down into the concrete.
Vin Jin's grip loosened just enough. Jerry tore his arm free and rolled away, both fighters scrambling to their feet.
"What the fuck do you eat to get this big?!," Vin Jin shouted.
Jerry didn't replied and simply rushed forward again.
This time, Jerry threw a wild haymaker. Vin Jin ducked under the punch, stepped to Jerry's side, and secured a grip on Jerry's belt and shoulder.
"GOT YOU!" Vin Jin roared.
With explosive strength Vin Jin hoisted the giant up and drive him into the ground like a pile driver.
The impact was so severe that the concrete cracked beneath Jerry's body.
Jerry groaned, the wind knocked out of him. But even as he lay there, he grabbed Vin Jin's leg and twisted, attempting to take Vin Jin down with him.
Vin Jin felt himself being pulled down and immediately transitioned, using the momentum to roll Jerry onto his stomach. He quickly moved to secure a scarf hold—pinning Jerry's arm and head while using his body weight to control the much larger Jerry.
"WHY WON'T YOU GIVE UP, YOU BALD BASTARD!!" Vin Jin roared, applying pressure.
Jerry's face turned red as he struggled against the hold. His free arm clawed at the ground, searching for leverage.
"I can't lose here... Jake is counting on me..."
Jerry roared and did something unexpected. He planted his free hand on the ground and, through sheer, impossible strength, began to push himself up with Vin Jin still clinging to him.
"What the—?!" Vin Jin's eyes widened.
Jerry rose to his hands and knees, then to his feet, carrying Vin Jin's entire weight on his back and shoulders. Vin Jin still had the hold locked in, but Jerry was standing.
"You've... got to be... kidding me..." Vin Jin muttered.
Then Jerry ran backward, full speed, and slammed Vin Jin into the wall.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Each impact shook the building. On the third slam, Vin Jin's grip finally broke. He slumped to the ground, gasping for air.
Jerry staggered forward, clutching his ribs.
"You should stay down," Jerry said quietly. "I don't want to hurt you more than necessary."
Vin Jin pushed himself up against the wall, and laughed breathlessly. "Hurt me? You haven't hurt me yet, you bald bastard. You've just pissed me off!"
He wiped blood from his mouth and dropped into a lower grappling stance.
"Come on then," Vin Jin said roared.
Jerry charged forward again, but this time he was more cautious.
When Jerry entered range and reached for a grip, Vin Jin suddenly dropped, shooting in for a double-leg takedown. His shoulder drove into Jerry's midsection as his arms wrapped around both legs.
Jerry tried to sprawl, but Vin Jin's timing was perfect. He lifted and drove forward, taking Jerry off his feet and slamming him into the ground.
Before Jerry could recover, Vin Jin transitioned smoothly, wrapping his legs around Jerry's waist from behind and securing both hooks—a back mount position.
"You're done!" Vin Jin snarled, sliding his arm under Jerry's chin, searching for the choke.
Jerry's hands immediately shot up, defending his neck. He tucked his chin, preventing Vin Jin from sliding his arm fully across. But Vin Jin was relentless, using his other hand to peel Jerry's defending arm away, creating just enough space—
Jerry suddenly rolled—hard. He used his superior weight to crash both of them into the ground, trying to crush Vin Jin beneath him. But Vin Jin held on like a vice, refusing to release the position.
Jerry slammed Vin Jin into a pile of debris. Vin Jin grunted but maintained his hooks, squeezing his legs tighter around Jerry's torso.
Finally, Vin Jin managed to slide his arm across Jerry's throat. He grabbed his own bicep with his other hand, secured the grip, and squeezed.
The the naked choke locked in tight.
"TAP! TAP OR GO TO SLEEP!" Vin Jin roared.
Jerry's vision began to blur. His face turned red, then purple. His massive hands clawed at Vin Jin's arm.
"Jake... I'm sorry..."
Jerry's movements began to weaken.
His arms dropped.
His body went limp.
Vin Jin held the choke for two more seconds to make sure, then released it, rolling off Jerry's unconscious body. He lay on his back, chest heaving, staring up at the sky.
Warren, still injured, managed a weak smile. "Vin Jin... you crazy bastard..."
From the sidelines, Gun's expression changed. "I didn't expect to find a fighter of this calibre in Gangdong."