Cold sweat broke out from a man's body as he opened his eyes to some men wearing melon green masks. He was tied to the ceiling, upside down, and felt nauseous.
He cried out loud hoping the others would feel a bit of sympathy and spare his life. The men acted earless to the various cries and pleas coming out from the traitor's mouth.
One of them grabbed the sharp needle and filled it up with blood-red ink. He showed no mercy as he twisted the hanging man's head revealing a paper plane tattoo that spread across the back of the neck of the wailing man. He smirked as he pierced the needle deep into the other's neck drawing out blood. A scream filled up the room making the man behind the mask chuckle. The guy was about to do it again but the sound of an engine filled up what it seems like an underground parking lot.
The man wished for that vehicle to be a police car coming to his rescue although he knew that, this is the end. Contradicting his expectations what appeared in front of him was a black jeep. The masked men moved out of the way to causing the bright yellow beams to hit the poor guy's eyes making him squint.
The black jeep belonged to the Assassins of the paper plane. He let out a sigh. If it's assassins he can have a quick death. They have a grudge against keeping the enemy up for long. But the extremely dangerous aura didn't belong to them, it belonged to someone more dangerous and lethal.
The vehicle stopped a bit far from where the man was tied. Veins popped out from the hands which had a black reaper riding on a paper plane was inked. There was another man on the passenger seat, seeing his friend getting riled up, he said,
"You're being dramatic. But go on, you have been stressed, if taking a life can put you at ease I'm not stopping you."
With that being said, the jeep accelerated towards the man with a roar hitting him at 60kmh. A bloody scream was heard for a second. The man on the passenger seat closed his eyes softly when the dead body hit the backside of the car leaving a bloody print.
"He has a 15-year-old daughter and an old mother," Kun said looking at Taeyong who looked satisfied.
"The police caught his daughter yesterday charged with underage prostitution. The girl was high on heroin when she was escorted from the room of a forty-year-old pervert. His mom died last month. The neighbours reported the foul smell last week. She died due to fatigue..."
"Useless piece of shit" Kun laughed. "Where is the girl now?"
"Rehabilitation Center." She went feral when they refused to give her stuff.
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𝟷𝟶:𝟸𝟶 𝙿𝙼 | 𝟸𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝟸* 𝚃𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎
Jaebum looked at his home which was in flames. They were once a pack of hundreds. Now only thirty remain. All of them were seriously wounded, five of them lost their only ones there. But none cried. Maybe it was because of the years of training that made their hearts so cold that even the fire couldn't melt it or maybe it was because of the fact that without sacrifices great thingd can't be achieved. His heart took this tragedy as a payment for the millions of lives that they had taken over the years. He put his hands against his heart, "As long as this beats, I will get you what you have always wanted..."
