YN POV
I felt a sense of relief knowing that Khun Kinn and Porsche had returned safely, despite the attack they had faced. The boys had handled the situation with great skill and professionalism.
As the situation with rival gangs escalated, I, along with Chan, engaged in discussions with our associates. The gangs were becoming bolder, encroaching on our territory. I couldn't help but think it was a foolish move on their part, considering the severe consequences that awaited anyone who challenged us.
Big voiced his belief that someone must be orchestrating these small gangs' actions, as they wouldn't dare challenge us without outside influence. I concurred with his assessment and revealed our plan to send someone undercover into the casino to gather information and uncover the mastermind behind these actions.
After a few hours, the boys returned with an individual who, while not Don himself, seemed to have associations with him. This was a promising development in our efforts to get to the bottom of the situation. With Khun Vegas also present at the casino, we were now prepared to confront Don and those behind the escalating gang problems.
Porsche and I looked over at Big, who was punching the guy repeatedly in the stomach
Are you gonna talk or not?"
Big yelled, Then started punching him again. "
Hey, that's enough! He could die!"
Pete called Big
"Yeah seriously take it easy we need him alive to get answers."
I told Big.
"Oooh, didn't know you could be this powerful YN "
I looked over at Vegas who had a smirk on his face.
Vegas smiled, and then looked back at the guy.
"Let me try."
He said.
Porsche and I exchanged concerned glances as Big continued to brutally interrogate the person, ignoring the potential consequences of his actions.
"Hey, that's enough! He could die!" Pete's voice cut through the tension in the room, echoing our concerns. I added, "Yeah, seriously, take it easy. We need him alive to get answers," my voice trying to maintain a sense of calm amidst the chaos.
Then, Vegas entered the cell, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. His words didn't alleviate that feeling.
"What are you doing, Mr. Vegas?" Pete asked, clearly wary of his intentions.
"Let me try, I've got my own method," Vegas responded cryptically. He opened a briefcase filled with tools and a plastic coat, sending a shiver down our spines.
"I think you all should go wait outside. You could lose your appetite," he suggested, his demeanor eerie and unsettling.
We all nodded at each other, sharing a mix of anxiety and anticipation. As we left the cell, I couldn't help but glance nervously back at Vegas, whose actions had sent chills down our spines.
Once outside the cell, we stood in a group, each of us wincing at the sounds of pain emanating from within. Porsche and I had turned our backs completely, unable to bear the gruesome scene, while the others remained nearby, their faces reflecting the discomfort and unease they felt.
The man's agonized screams filled the air until, finally, Vegas emerged from the cell, announcing, "He spoke."
I couldn't help but think, "Yeah, no shit, Vegas. Who wouldn't under those circumstances?
In the comfort of my room, I flopped onto my plush bed, feeling the exhaustion from the day weigh heavily on me.
"Aaah, it was a long-ass day," I muttered to myself, glancing over at my figurine of humanity's strongest soldier, Levi.
I addressed the figurine, speaking to it as if it were a confidant.
"Guess what, Heicho? Tomorrow night, I have to go to the minor family for a mission. They want me to take out the Don and his people. I'll be going after his minions because they could become a big problem in the future. I don't really want to go, but I'm also kind of excited. It's been a while since I kicked someone's ass."
I paused, a sense of determination in my voice.
"If we don't win, we'll all die, and I won't be able to see you again. If I fail, no one would notice because I'd be buried under the base, easily disposed of."
I took a deep breath and continued.
"But I won't let that happen. I'll come back, Heicho, and we'll be together again. Wish me luck."
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YN pov
I took a deep breath and entered the backdoor hallway, illuminated with eerie purple lighting. As I made my way through the dimly lit corridor, a random man in his 30s tried to grab my hand.
"I want to see your boss," I said firmly, brushing his hand away.
He smirked, assuming something else. "Oh, you must be the one who will satisfy him tonight, right?"
I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "I'm not here for that stupid thing."
In response, he became more aggressive. With a sneer, he delivered a forceful hit to my shoulder, trying to intimidate me. "Then just go home, kiddo. This place is not for you."
In a fit of anger, I retorted, "You son of a bitch!" and swiftly twisted his hand, delivering a harsh punch to his stomach. However, he managed to grab my hand and forcefully threw me against the wall.
"I told you to just go home," he sneered, grabbing my hair with a painful grip. In desperation, I reached out and grabbed his leg, using the gun grip part to strike his ankle. He let out a scream of pain and retaliated by slamming me against the wall and repeatedly banging my head.
Refusing to give in, I summoned all my strength and retaliated. With a quick move, I grasped his neck and forcefully slammed his head against the unforgiving wall, causing him to release his grip and stagger backward, nursing his injuries.
"U little piece of --"
Before he could finish the sentence I kicked his abdomen, put my leg on his chest, and pointed my gun at his head
" This is what you asked for "
I said and shot him to death,
As I entered the lavish hallway, my footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor. I remained alert, every sense heightened, as I approached my next target. i went to the bathroom and saw a girl getting ready for shift She stood there, unsuspecting, until I pinned her against the wall.
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In my black suit and mask, my earbuds securely in place, I relayed a message: "Come from the back door in 15 minutes." I said while washing blood from my hands.
I blended seamlessly with the other masked individuals serving wine to the lounging minions in the opulent hall. The atmosphere was strangely tranquil, with classical music playing softly and the scent of roses filling the air. It was a facade, though, as I knew that this serene setting would soon transform into a scene of violence.
As I moved among the guests," The voice on the other end acknowledged, and I knew that my allies were preparing to make their move.
While I continued to serve scotch, I noticed the head of the organization, the one I had been seeking, gesturing for me to approach him. I handed him a shot, and he leaned in closer, a sinister glint in his eye.
Instinctively, I backed away, my heart pounding. Every step brought me closer to the confrontation I had been preparing for. This was the moment I had been working towards, and I was determined to see it through to the end.
The debauchery and vile conversations in the hall continued, with the minions indulging in discussions about their plane, drugs, money, and every form of hedonistic pleasure imaginable. My disgust for them grew with every passing moment.
To my shock and dismay, they took things even further, deciding to watch explicit content. The head, evidently reveling in his role as the master of ceremonies for this depraved gathering, made a crude comment.
"Scumbag," he said, taking a shot of scotch.
As I tried to discreetly scan the area for any signs of my allies, the head's commanding voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Hey, you!"
I turned my attention to him, my heart racing, and went to pour him another shot of scotch. But when I was done, he grabbed my wrist with a vice-like grip.
"I don't want to call you back. Sit down here."
I hesitated, torn between following his orders and fulfilling my mission. But I knew I had to remain focused and keep my cover.
"I must serve other guests, sir," I replied, attempting to maintain a veneer of politeness while concealing my growing determination to complete my mission and confront this vile organization head-on.
The situation was growing increasingly tense as the head of the organization insisted on seeing my face. I knew that revealing my identity here could jeopardize everything, and I couldn't afford to let that happen.
"I am sorry, sir, but we cannot show our face here," I replied firmly, gripping his wrist to prevent him from unmasking me.
He responded with a possessive and threatening tone, "But you are all mine."
I realized I needed to tread carefully to avoid a confrontation that could blow my cover. "If I do as you say, Mr. Don will kill me," I countered, using the threat of a powerful figure to my advantage.
He tightened his grip on my wrist, his face contorted with anger. "If you don't do it, I will kill you before I go."
Thinking quickly, I made a suggestion that would hopefully buy me some time and get us away from the prying eyes of the others. "Can we go somewhere where we can be all alone?" I proposed, attempting to steer the situation toward a more secluded location where I could devise a plan or make my escape without compromising my mission.
As we made our way out of the room, one of the men in the group couldn't resist making a crude comment about our departure.
"Don't tell me you're leaving at the most exciting part," he jeered.
The head of the organization ignored the remark, and we continued toward a more secluded area. His hand touched mine, sending a shiver down my spine, and I struggled to contain my disgust.
"Bon appétit," one of the men called out, and the rest erupted in laughter. I clenched my fists, determined to maintain my composure and focus on the task at hand, knowing that escaping this vile gathering was crucial to my mission.
I sat on the couch, and the old man entered the room. He slowly removed my mask and lifted my chin with his fingers.
"Umm, I think I have seen your face somewhere, but that's not the kind of face you should keep behind a mask," he remarked while caressing my hair. "i will give In five minutes, I will change your life forever."
he said and removed his bathrobe
I couldn't tolerate his lecherous comments any longer. I retorted, "You motherf***er!" and kicked his abdomen, causing him to double over in pain. I then pointed my gun at him.
"Satisfy, huh!?" I said with a smirk, as the sounds of gunshots and people screaming started echoing through the establishment.
"Rest in peace"
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