Reckoning in the dark

Chapter 1

At the far end of the area, darkness shrouded the landscape like a ghost. Silence prevailed everywhere, serving as a signal that prohibited humans from entering. From the way the world turns, we can clearly see that it is not demons who are the worst, but humans. Humans are divided into two categories: one is good, and the other is bad. However, after so many fights and revolutions, we can see that sometimes a dark cloak is required to do good. In order to remain good, you often have to do illicit work behind the scenes because society demands that everyone follow the same path. If anyone deviates from that path, they are criticized and penalized. Weathering such a crucial storm is the ultimate challenge—but if you stand firm and overcome it, that will be your greatest achievement.

They say that humans are modified by the society. It is true. We can understand that school, teachers, community, family and all help the person to shape him/her. But what if none of the elements are working to it. Every coin has two sides. What if the society is the one who creates the monsters who are harder to control. now this is a big question. may be thats why mafias or yakuzas are born. their need or rights were not given properly. or their rights have come delayed that they had already faced some adversity. so they had taken the rules to their hands. if you read history, many protection groups have changed into mafias in order to protect its own people or sect. if they are doing any illegal work is it the society;s fault or the own person's fault? 

Now, there is one such monster: the king of the entire Seoul underworld. He is a dictator, an omnipresent ghost whom everyone fears. No one dares to betray him, and no one wants to be in his bad books. He seems unshakable—yet even the strongest pillar can crumble. However, monsters do not easily fall; even when defeated, they know how to rise from the ashes. Society must always beware of the monsters it creates.

At present, 

The shootout had been going on continuously for two hours. All the core syndicate members were present to fend off the enemy attack, having anticipated that the rival group would strike. However, they overlooked a critical variable: a major mole embedded within their own ranks. Specifically, he was part of the second-tier leadership responsible for security and intelligence. The leader and core members had trusted him. Even though trust is a fragile illusion in the mafia underworld, they had still believed in him, completely unprepared for his betrayal. But after all, mobsters are only human. Despite years of experience in the field, they are not gods capable of predicting every move.

The immediate problem was that their leader was nowhere to be found. They no longer knew what they were fighting for; their instincts had shifted purely to survival and finding their boss. Even as the gunfire raged on, they knew that if their leader were safe, he would have arrived to resolve the chaos. Only one chilling realization remained in their minds: their leader was in far greater danger than they were.

Viper fang Alliance leader arrived, he was very happy that the great phantom cartel is reduced to minimum threat. This was the work and preparation of 10 years. The revenge is a greatest fuel to the humans. Choi minyuk, didnt forget the humiliation that was caused by the phantom cartel. Many advised him to not to provoke the monster, but he didnt listen. Now by seeing this he became happy because he knows very well that the entire Seoul is going to bow down in front of him. The sun is about to rise. This rising is not only for the sun but also for him. Those who criticised him will bow down to him and show proper respect. But he still wants to clear the entire the phantom cartel core members because he knows their potential. He dont want to spoil this success without finishing everything completely. He knows that the leader is no more. He killed the phantom cartel leader Kim taehyung. Now who is going to save them. 

His men had successfully secured all the surviving core members of the Phantom Cartel. All four were forced onto their knees in front of Choi Min-hyuk, who savored the defeat written across their faces.

"Oh, look at you now!" Min-hyuk sneered. "Who would have thought that the great core members would end up kneeling before me?"

One of the captured members glared up at him. "Choi, you've made a fatal mistake. You have no idea what you've unleashed. A brutal retribution is coming for you, and there is nowhere for you to hide."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Min-hyuk burst out laughing. "Do you still believe your leader is coming to save you? You fools—your precious king is dead! I executed him myself. You've been fighting my men for two hours straight. If Taehyung were still breathing, do you really think he wouldn't have shown up by now? Without him, you're nothing more than barking dogs with no teeth. Once I finish off the four of you, Seoul belongs to me. No one can stop me now."

The core members stood paralyzed by the revelation. "What are you saying?" Park Jimin demanded, gritting his teeth in fury.

Choi sneered at him. "Oh, my sweet darling, I'm saying your chingu is no more. He has left this world."

Hoseok clenched his jaw, Namjoon stared in disbelief, and Seokjin wept quietly. Yet deep down, they all knew their leader was not an easy target to be eliminated by someone like Choi. Something was off. To uncover the truth, they first had to break free from this room. Jimin caught the eyes of his allies, and in that silent exchange, an unspoken strategy passed between them: provoke Choi into revealing more information, then execute their escape at all costs.

Choi instantly caught the subtle exchange. "Oh, don't even think about escaping," he scoffed. "You know damn well it's impossible. Honestly, I was tempted to unmask you all just to see who you really are. But on second thought, why bother? You're going to die in this warehouse anyway, so seeing your pathetic faces would just be a waste of time. Though before you burn, you might wonder how I eliminated your king. It was quite simple, really. He went to attend that secret meeting with the Japanese Yakuza—and who could have predicted that his car would drift out of control, get crushed between two semi-trucks, and be reduced to pulp?"

Hoseok's eyes widened. That meeting was strictly confidential; no one outside their immediate circle knew about it—not even their internal traitor. How could Choi have known Taehyung was traveling by car? A crucial clue had just fallen into their laps, but to act on it, they had to survive.

The Viper Fang mercenaries began dousing the warehouse floor in diesel. Once the dousing was complete, the syndicate members retreated to their vehicles. Choi produced a brass lighter, its flame dancing against his face and reflecting his twisted cruelty.

"Kim Taehyung is a lucky man," Choi sneered, tossing the flame onto the gasoline. "Even on his way to hell, he gets to drag his entire crew down with him. How fortunate! You guys have worked hard enough—now take a rest. An eternal rest. Burn in jealousy as you watch me rule Seoul from the grave. Bye-bye, rats!"