Joon placed the severed hand on the table, staring at it with quiet intensity. The golden serpent ring gleamed under the dim light, a silent message from the unseen enemy.
Soo-ah shifted uncomfortably. "This... this is a declaration."
Hyun-soo folded his arms, his expression unreadable. "No. This is a warning. They're telling you to back off."
Joon exhaled slowly. "Then they don't know me at all."
With a calculated motion, he removed the ring from the severed finger and slid it onto his own.
The room fell silent.
Soo-ah blinked. "Joon... what are you doing?"
A smirk ghosted his lips. "I'm letting them know... I accept their invitation."
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The next day, Joon sat in the dimly lit conference room of a high-rise building, staring at the faces of the city's most powerful figures. Men and women who had spent decades controlling the economy, politics, and underground dealings.
"You're all making a mistake," one of the older men muttered.
Joon leaned back in his chair, completely at ease. "I don't make mistakes. I make decisions."
"You can't fight them, Joon. The Golden Serpent Syndicate has ruled for generations."
Joon's gaze sharpened. "Then it's time for a change."
One of the executives scoffed. "You're just a kid playing with fire."
Joon chuckled, resting his hands on the table. "No. I'm the one setting the city on fire."
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Joon spent the next few days dismantling smaller factions that served the Serpent Syndicate. Every business, every illegal operation, every source of their power—he destroyed them one by one.
Soo-ah worked alongside him, hacking into financial records and transferring millions into untraceable accounts.
Hyun-soo handled security, preparing for the inevitable retaliation.
And when the Golden Serpent finally struck back, they made one critical mistake.
They underestimated him.
It happened at midnight.
Joon was driving through the empty streets when four black SUVs appeared in his rearview mirror.
A trap.
But he didn't panic. Instead, he smirked and pressed a button on his dashboard.
The moment the first SUV moved to cut him off, a deafening boom shattered the silence.
Explosives hidden beneath the road obliterated the first vehicle.
The second SUV swerved, but Joon was already one step ahead. With precise control, he maneuvered through the chaos, gunfire erupting around him.
He pulled out a sleek pistol, aiming at the approaching figures. Three shots. Three bodies dropped.
The remaining assassins hesitated. They weren't prepared for a war.
Joon stepped out of the car, walking toward them without fear.
"Tell your masters," he said, voice calm but deadly, "this city doesn't belong to them anymore. It belongs to me."
One of the wounded men gasped, staring up at him. "Who... who the hell are you?"
Joon crouched down, meeting the man's terrified gaze.
"I'm the storm you never saw coming."
Then, with a final shot—he ended it.
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By the next morning, every major news outlet reported on the "mysterious destruction" of key crime operations across the city.
The underworld was in chaos.
Joon stood at the top of a skyscraper, overlooking the empire he was about to seize.
Soo-ah walked up beside him. "This isn't just about revenge anymore, is it?"
Joon's eyes darkened.
"No. This is about rebuilding this city… under my rule."
The war had just begun.
And he had no intention of losing.
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