2.“The Underworld”

Episode 3 – "The Underworld"

A dark alley swallowed by shadows in a forgotten corner of the city.A run-down bar flickering with cheap neon lights.

In a back room, men in black sat around a table.Stacks of cash and weapons lay sprawled out, and the thick smoke of cigarettes hung like a fog.

"Boss…"One of the thugs, face still bruised from last night, muttered as he held his jaw."We got hit."

At that, a man in the corner, calmly puffing on a cigar, raised his head with mild interest.He spoke quietly.

"By who?"

The thug clenched his teeth."Don't know his name. He was alone. But… he was not normal."

"Not normal?"

The thug took a deep breath.His body trembled slightly at the memory.

"There were five of us. We thought it'd be quick—just rough him up a bit.But that guy… he was a real fighter. Took us down one by one."

"And?"

"He let us live. That's what made it worse."

"He let you live?"

Now a few in the room raised their eyebrows.In this city, where power came from fear, sparing your enemy was unheard of.

Just then, another man walked in.He leaned in and whispered something to the man with the cigar.

His expression shifted."What now?"

"One of the guys who got beat down… turns out he's the son of a higher-up."

CRACK.A glass shattered.

The air in the room turned cold.

"What did you say?"

"That kid just tagged along to watch. Wrong place, wrong time."

The boss stood up slowly.

"So… someone laid hands on my friend's son?"

A wicked grin curled on his lips.

"This is getting interesting."

The next day.

The underworld's intel unit was assembled.Using the city's surveillance network, they began combing through the incident.

"Here."

The spot where the fight went down.CCTV footage began playing.

Five thugs surrounding one man.He stood still. Calm.

"At first… he wasn't even going to fight back."

They watched closely.

Then—He moved.

One thug went flying.Another raised a pipe—his wrist snapped with surgical precision.

His movements were clean. Efficient.And most of all—

"…he doesn't hesitate."

He didn't fight like a street punk.He fought like a soldier.

After dispatching all five, he vanished into the night.

Silence filled the room.

The men glanced at one another.

Then one muttered,"This guy's not your average fighter."

They hesitated.Sure, revenge was easy.But after seeing this—

"Boss, this one's different."

The man's skills weren't something you picked up on the street.He was trained. Experienced.

"Whoever he is, he's above anything we've raised in this organization."

The boss finally spoke.

"In that case…"

A slow, cunning smile spread across his face.

"Let's test him—and bring him in."

The room stilled.Then slowly, everyone nodded.

This city always had a place for the strong.And the strong always found their way to the shadows.

Their plan was set.

Test him.Break him just enough.Then bring him into the fold.

That night.

The organization moved.

They began mapping out the stranger's life.Where he slept. Where he worked.

The quiet city began to darken—And that darkness was closing in on Vincent Kang.

If they could bring him in,Then maybe—They'd found their next perfect predator.

Episode 4 – "Shaken Peace"

Mornings in Harrison City never changed.A gray sky. Honking cars. Crowded streets.

And for Vincent Kang, one more constant—A quiet, routine day.

But not today.

At the auto shop, Vincent began work like usual.He thought it'd be another unremarkable day.

But people on the street gave him strange looks.When he turned, they looked away.Some lingered just a little too long in front of his garage.

Vincent (to himself):"That's odd."

Then came a familiar voice.

Rachel:"Hey… you hear the news?"

She walked in, carrying two cups of coffee, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Vincent didn't look up—still deep in the engine.

Vincent:"What news?"

Rachel:"The rumors. About you."

Vincent:"Rumors?"

She set the coffee on the counter and smiled playfully.

Rachel:"They say you're a murderer. Hiding out here."

His hands paused.Then, without reaction, he grabbed the coffee and took a sip.

Vincent:"A murderer?"

Rachel:"Yup. Word is, you're on the run."

Rachel (grinning):"Or maybe you're ex-military? Or a failed MMA fighter who went off the grid?"

Vincent let out a dry laugh.

Vincent:"So which one is it?"

Rachel:"If I knew that, would I be here asking?"

She laughed it off, but watched his reaction closely.In this town, rumors spread like wildfire.Beating up a few thugs had turned into urban legend overnight.

That afternoon.

A few thuggish-looking guys started hanging around outside the shop.Not part of the main crew—but clearly sent for a reason.

They smoked.They watched.

And they made sure everyone heard them.

Thug A:"Yo, look at this guy. Totally looks like a killer."

Thug B:"Seriously? He's the one who took out those punks?"

Thug C:"He's like John Wick or something. We should be careful."

Passersby started to take notice.Whispers followed Vincent wherever he went.

He kept working, ignoring it all.But the tension in the air grew thicker.

Vincent (to himself):"They're moving. This is the start."

That evening.He stopped by a café for coffee.The same café where people used to greet him warmly.

But today, they sat a little farther away.Spoke a little softer.

Resident A (whispering):"Think he's really ex-mob?"

Resident B:"No way he's just a mechanic."

Resident C:"Hope he doesn't bring trouble here…"

Vincent (to himself):"They're preparing to isolate me. The

organization's next move is coming."

That night, somewhere in the city.

A commotion broke out.Organized. Deliberate.

The group began stirring up trouble—Targeting the neighborhood.Not attacking Vincent.But sending a message.

Thug A:"When did this town start having problems, huh?"

Thug B:"Wasn't it right after that incident at the convenience store?"

They didn't say his name—But everyone knew who they meant.

Resident D:"That guy… he's like John Wick or something, right?"

Resident E:"No way he's just a regular guy. No one fights like that."

Suspicion grew.Whispers spread.

And soon, Vincent Kang became the problem.

That night, Vincent closed the shop.Lit a cigarette.

Through the dusty window, he saw shadows moving—Watching.

Vincent (to himself):"They've already started the fight. But not with fists. With isolation."

He put out the cigarette.Stood up.

And when he opened his eyes—They were different.

Vincent:"Time to make my move