Chapter Twelve

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A group of men was working in a warehouse when the lights suddenly went out. A figure in a black hoodie entered, flanked by two others wielding rods. 

The masked men quickly closed the shutter and positioned themselves behind the hooded figure, "Who's there?" one of the workers called out. 

When no answer came, he instructed, "Michael, check it out."

Michael approached the hooded man, ready to pull back the hoodie, but was swiftly grabbed and twisted around. The hooded figure struck him multiple times, sending him staggering into one of his companions, who then bashed him on the head with a rod. 

Another assailant lunged at the hooded figure but was met with a punch to the face and a kick that sent him crashing to the side. 

Fear gripped the remaining workers as they witnessed their comrades fall one by one. The hooded figure dispatched each attacker with brutal efficiency: one received a blow to the stomach, another to the chest, while a third was struck in the leg and sent sprawling onto a nearby table. 

Meanwhile, the two men in the back continued their assault, rendering anyone who approached unconscious.

The hooded figure tackled another man, delivering blows to his chest and leg before tossing him aside like a rag doll. A knife flew toward him, but he deftly dodged it, snatching it out of the air and throwing it back at its owner, hitting him squarely in the chest. 

Another attacker lunged at him, but he quickly grabbed his head and snapped his neck with ease. The fight raged on, with the hooded figure overpowering everyone in sight. None were spared; all were left injured or worse. 

The two men behind him expertly ensured that no one remained conscious except for their leader. As he approached the leader, who warned him to stay back, the hooded figure responded by delivering a series of punishing blows to his face, followed by a powerful kick that sent him reeling.

The two men poured gasoline over the drugs on a table and stepped back. The hooded figure struck a match and tossed it onto the flammable pile, igniting it in flames. Just as they turned to leave, the leader called out, "You have no idea what you've destroyed. If King finds out, he won't let you go."

The hooded figure laughed softly as he pulled back his hoodie and ran a hand through his hair. "Then tell him my name. Tell him that JK came and ended his dirty business.

With that, all three exited the warehouse and sped away in their cars. A short while later, they stopped outside a café marked "Kim's and Min's." 

Inside, they began changing clothes when a voice interrupted them, "Here are some fresh clothes," startling the three men standing.

"Why are you still awake?" Yoongi asked.

"How can we sleep when you're out there risking your lives?" Jimin replied.

"It's nothing new for us," Namjoon said casually.

"But for us, it always is," Jin interjected. 

"Was it really necessary to go that far?" Jimin enquired.

"It was," Jeongguk insisted. "They hurt my brother; they had to pay."

"They won't stay quiet about this," Jin warned.

"To retaliate, they need to know who we are. Jeongguk made sure they can't talk about what happened," Namjoon explained.

"But we still need to be cautious," Jin cautioned.

"Why worry when we have the best hacker among us? Right, babe?" Yoongi smirked at Jimin.

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