Chapter 6: Cheonliang

In Cheonliang

"James Lee, you need to take responsibility for messing with the first generation," Kwak Jichang declared, his voice steady and commanding. Standing before him was a 17-year-old with striking red hair, flanked by five individuals in their twenties

The tension in the air crackled as James thought to himself, ' What a perfect opportunity to test my strength against the five Regional Kings.' 

Just as the tension began to reach a boiling point, a loud voice broke through the air.

"When are we going to get there? It's so boring beating those other fodder along the way!" Alex complained, his restlessness palpable.

"Can't you just have some patience for once, you damn pig?" Jason shot back, irritation etched across his face.

"What did you just call me, you skinny bastard?" Alex retorted, the banter escalating as they locked eyes, ready for a verbal showdown.

The five kings, including James Lee, turned their attention toward the approaching group, their interest piqued. As they did, they saw five formidable figures striding confidently toward them, each radiating an aura of strength and determination. The moment was electric, the energy building as both sides prepared for the inevitable confrontation.

Leo Han stood at the forefront, tall and imposing with an athletic build. His sharp features were complemented by piercing eyes that seemed to analyze every detail around him. Neatly styled dark hair framed his confident demeanor, and the tailored black suit he wore exuded both professionalism and readiness for combat, drawing attention with its air of authority.

Noah Han, by contrast, embodied raw strength and resilience. His broad shoulders and muscular physique testified to countless hours of rigorous training. With short, dark hair that framed his determined face, he was clad in a fitted dark jacket and tactical pants, appearing ready for battle. A prominent scar across his cheek added a rugged charm, hinting at battles fought and lessons learned.

Alex was the most animated of the group, his wild energy matching his untamed style. His shoulder-length hair, a mix of brown and gold, gave him a rebellious appearance. With a lean, toned frame, he wore a fitted graphic tee that boldly displayed his defiant spirit, paired with dark jeans. Mischief sparkled in his expressive eyes, revealing his love for chaos and challenge. Despite his carefree appearance, a palpable intensity surrounded him.

Jason exuded athleticism, evident in his toned build and agile stance. With short-cropped hair and sharp facial features, he conveyed a serious yet approachable vibe. Dressed casually in a hoodie and joggers, he appeared relaxed but ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. His focused gaze hinted at his mastery of speed, instilling confidence in his ability to act swiftly.

Lucas stood slightly apart, emanating an enigmatic aura that set him apart from the rest. His tousled black hair and intense, dark eyes—characteristic of the Yamazaki clan—contrasted sharply with his pale skin. Clad in a simple black tank top that showcased his lean muscles, paired with cargo pants that allowed for freedom of movement, he maintained a calm demeanor. Yet, an underlying power coursed through him, suggesting that he possessed a potential yet to be fully unleashed.

Together, these five individuals presented a formidable front, each embodying unique strengths as they prepared to confront James, and the Kings the tension in the air thickening with the promise of conflict.

As Leo and his group drew closer to James Lee and the Regional Kings, he suddenly halted, his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out to see Michael's name lighting up the screen.

"Boss, we're here. How long until you arrive?" Leo asked, maintaining his calm demeanor despite the tension in the air.

"I'll be there in a minute," Michael replied, his voice steady and reassuring.

"Okay, boss," Leo said, hanging up with a determined look. He turned to the others, his expression shifting to one of authority. "No fighting or anything until the boss arrives and gives the order. Understood?"

The group nodded, the camaraderie among them solidifying as they awaited Michael's arrival.

Moments later, the low rumble of an engine approached, and all eyes turned to see a sleek sedan gliding into view. As the car came to a halt, the driver's door swung open, and a tall individual stepped out to open the back door.

When the door opened, Michael Kang emerged, and the air crackled with tension. Jichang's eyes widened in disbelief, shock washing over his face as he recognized the formidable leader. The atmosphere shifted dramatically, anticipation building as everyone braced themselves for the confrontation that was about to unfold.

As Michael strode confidently toward the gathering, Oliver at his side, the air around them felt charged with intensity. His presence commanded attention, every step radiating authority and purpose.

"Michael, what are you doing here?" Jichang questioned, his tone a mix of surprise and caution. The other Regional Kings exchanged glances, uncertainty flickering in their eyes.

James Lee shifted his focus to Michael, his expression thoughtful. So, this is the new King of Seoul who managed to defeat Kwak Jichang, he mused, sizing up the man before him. Michael's reputation had preceded him, and now standing face-to-face with him, James felt a hint of wariness.

Michael stood firmly in front of the five regional kings, his presence commanding respect. "My subordinates haven't fought anybody for a while, and I came for something else important," he declared, his tone steady and confident. 

He glanced at his team, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Why don't you guys try and fight against my subordinates? Now, go introduce yourselves."

As he gestured for them to step forward, a palpable tension filled the air. The kings watched with keen interest, eager to see what Michael's team had to offer. One by one, his subordinates took their places, each ready to make their mark

Leo stepped forward first, exuding a calm confidence. His sharp gaze took in the kings, and with a slight nod, he stated, "I'm Leo Han. I'm here to prove that we're more than just a name." His tone was authoritative yet respectful, reflecting his strategic mindset and leadership qualities.

Next was Noah, who stood with a broad smile, radiating warmth and approachability. "I'm Noah Han, and I'm ready for a good fight," he declared, his voice booming with enthusiasm. His friendly demeanor masked an unwavering determination and strength, ready to take on any challenge.

Alex sauntered forward with a mischievous grin, his playful nature evident. "I'm Alex Kim, the fun one in the group! Let's see if you can keep up with me!" His casual bravado and love for chaos hinted at his wild energy, always eager for a challenge and a bit of excitement.

Jason approached next, his serious expression contrasting with Alex's playful demeanor. "I'm Jason Park," he said, his voice steady and focused. His calm and collected personality made it clear he preferred strategy over showmanship, ready to act decisively when the moment called for it.

Lastly, Lucas stepped forward, his demeanor calm and introspective. "I'm Lucas Lee," he introduced himself softly, his intense black eyes meeting each king's gaze. There was an enigmatic aura around him, suggesting a depth of power yet to be revealed. 

"Now why don't we two go over there and sit to watch the show?" Michael suggested to James, a friendly smile on his face.

"You seem mistaken; I am not part of the kings, and my business is finished," James replied, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he prepared to brush past Michael.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a seat?" Michael's smile faded, replaced by an icy intensity that seemed to freeze the air between them.

'Am I trembling now?' James thought, feeling an unexpected shiver run through him. Even the man Gapryong Kim, known as the legendary fist, didn't make me tremble. As much as he tried to fight it, his body betrayed him, trembling involuntarily as they made their way to the porch.

Once they were seated, James broke the silence. "So, what is the King of Seoul doing out here?" he asked, a hint of a smile still lingering on his face, trying to maintain an air of casualness.

"That's for me to know," Michael replied, his tone turning serious as he pointed towards Seongji Yuk, the King of Cheonliang, who was slumped half-conscious nearby. "But that is your doing, I presume."

Seeing Michael's gaze directed at Seongji, he nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Michael then turned his attention to the old man, his voice steady and laced with amusement. "So, you are the shaman of this place." The old man, caught off guard and clearly nervous, nodded, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Wow, to think you have the Yamazaki clan backing you. I doubt that bastard Shingen would appreciate it. If he weren't away, he'd probably kill you," Michael remarked, an amused smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

James Lee, intrigued, leaned in. "You know the head of the Yamazaki clan?"

"I don't just know him; I've fought him. He was just like that old man, Gapryong. He also left a nasty scar on my body, but I beat him," Michael replied, his tone calm, as if discussing the weather.

Both Shinmyung Cheon and James were taken aback, their expressions shifting to disbelief. "You beating the Yamazaki head? Do you think this is some kind of joke?" Shinmyung asked, pointing an incredulous finger at Michael.

Michael remained unfazed, his demeanor cool and collected. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced flick. As he took a drag, he looked back at them, the smoke curling around him. "Enjoy the show," he said calmly, exuding an air of confidence as their attention shifted to his subordinates and the five kings engaged in battle.

( I'm too lazy to write the fighting scenes, so Michael's subordinates won over the kings.)

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James Lee's heart raced as Michael's piercing gaze bore into him. The atmosphere shifted, tension crackling like electricity in the air. The earlier confidence he had felt began to wane, replaced by a growing sense of unease.

'They managed to beat the five kings, and…' he thought, glancing back at Michael. 'Someone has them as his subordinates. Dangerous.' His mind raced, calculating the implications. 'Looks like I have to make an adjustment to my plans,' he concluded, standing up to leave.

"You're leaving already?" Michael's voice cut through his thoughts, casual yet firm.

"Yes, I think I've seen enough surprises," James replied, attempting to maintain his composure as he started to walk away.

"Are you sure you want to leave… James Lee?" Michael's voice stopped him in his tracks, causing him to turn back, a frown creasing his brow.

"How do you know my name?" James asked, narrowing his eyes, suspicion creeping into his voice.

"Who doesn't know the guy who killed the old man?" Michael said, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

"What are you talking about?" James shot back skeptically, trying to deflect the attention.

"You know who I mean—Old Man Gapryong." Michael's tone turned serious, and James felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He was caught off guard, but quickly masked his shock. But how? There shouldn't be any evidence left, he thought frantically.

"One thing I don't understand is how you managed to kill him. You couldn't have done it alone, not with your abilities," Michael said, his voice steady as he advanced toward James.

"It's that bastard Gitae, isn't it?" Michael pressed, watching as James's face paled further. 'How does he know about Gitae?' James's mind raced, the sudden vulnerability unsettling him.

Before the tension could spiral further, Michael commanded, "Oliver, bring the old man here." Oliver nodded and quickly fetched Shinmyung Cheon, who knelt before Michael, visibly trembling.

"Where is it, old man?" Michael asked, his tone low and menacing. Leaning closer to Shinmyung Cheon, he whispered, ensuring James couldn't hear, "Where is the red paper? If you scream, I'll pull your tongue out."

The fear in Shinmyung Cheon's eyes was palpable. He hurriedly divulged the location, and as soon as he did, Michael swiftly yanked his tongue out. "Take care of him," he instructed Oliver, who nodded and led the old man away to a more secluded spot.

Turning back to James, Michael's demeanor shifted, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Now, where were we? Let's see how strong the infamous James Lee really is." The atmosphere crackled with tension as the impending confrontation loomed over them.

The tension in the air was palpable as Michael and James Lee squared off, each assessing the other with narrowed eyes. With a swift motion, James launched himself forward, his kick propelled faster than sound, aimed directly at Michael's head.

But Michael was ready. In a fluid motion, he caught James's foot in mid-air, his grip unyielding. The impact reverberated through the room, and James's eyes widened in disbelief.

Undeterred, James unleashed a rapid barrage of punches aimed at Michael's vital areas. His fists flew like arrows, each one precise and filled with lethal intent, but Michael blocked each strike effortlessly, his movements calm and controlled.

As James prepared to launch another kick from his elevated position, Michael reacted in a heartbeat. He grabbed James by the ankle and, with a powerful twist of his torso, hurled him to the ground. The impact was thunderous, creating a deep crater in the floor as James collided with it, pain radiating through his body.

Lying there, stunned, James gasped for breath, a mixture of shock and pain washing over him. 'Even that man Gapryong wasn't this strong,' he thought, struggling to comprehend the sheer power of his opponent.

Michael stood over him, an expression of indifference on his face. "You can leave now. I'm not in the mood anymore," he said, boredom seeping into his voice.

James, still reeling from the defeat, quickly processed his options. 'It's better if I leave now. The red paper can be secured later,' he thought, struggling to push himself up. With a reluctant nod, he staggered to his feet, realizing the futility of continuing the fight. As he retreated, Michael watched him go, his expression unreadable, the fight already a distant memory.

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The air was thick with tension as the residents of Cheonliang rushed toward the scene, their faces filled with panic and desperation. They had come to save their savior, Shinmyung Cheon, only to find chaos reigning. As they gathered, Michael stepped forward, his voice cold and authoritative.

"Shinmyung Cheon is dead," he announced, his words slicing through the frantic shouts of the crowd.

A murmur of disbelief rippled through the residents, and then, anger ignited in their hearts. Wild screams erupted as they surged forward, attacking Michael and his group in a frenzy of grief and rage.

"Stop them!" Michael ordered, his voice rising above the chaos. "Alex, Jason, Lucas—kill them!"

Without hesitation, the three sprang into action. They moved like shadows, quick and efficient. A cacophony of screams filled the air as they dispatched the enraged villagers, blood splattering across the ground, painting a horrific scene. The sight of carnage left behind them was stark, a grim reminder of the power dynamics at play.

As the dust settled and silence fell, Leo surveyed the blood-soaked ground, his mind already spinning with thoughts of expansion. "Should we take over Cheonliang?" he asked, his voice low and calculating.

Michael nodded, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Yes. It's a good place to develop and make money."

Turning to Noah, he added, "Check under the bed of the old man. There should be a secret safe with a red paper inside. The code is 3345."

Curious, Leo interjected, "What do you need the red paper for, boss?"

"Read it when it comes," Michael replied dismissively.

Noah hurriedly searched the old man's home and soon returned, a safe in hand. Michael wasted no time, inputting the code and opening it with a sharp click. He retrieved the folded red paper and handed it to Leo.

Leo unfolded it, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the contents. "This is proof of Charles Choi siding with the Yamazaki clan," he said, astonished. "It details how he accumulated his wealth through cooperation with them. It is very dangerous for him, especially now that the state is punishing traitors."

Michael's expression grew serious. "Do you now know why James Lee was sent to Cheonliang?"

"Yes, it all makes sense," Leo replied, realization dawning upon him.

"Make a fake exactly the same," Michael instructed, his voice firm. "We can't let Charles Choi get suspicious."

"Yes, boss," Leo confirmed, determination radiating from him as he set to work, knowing that every move they made could shift the balance of power in their favor.

"Also, call the chief of Seoul Police to take care of the mess," Michael said, his tone calm and collected despite the chaos that had just unfolded.

"Understood," Leo replied, quickly pulling out his phone

After a brief conversation, Leo hung up and turned to Michael. "The chief is sending a team. They'll handle it discreetly."

"Good," Michael replied, his eyes scanning the room, ensuring everything was in order. "Now, let's move forward with our plans."

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Inspiration of Lookism: The Dealer by author Firebeast200000