Daring {Markhyuck}|| Completed

•Chapter 9•

Earlier that same day, Mark was quested on a mission along with Jisung and Jeno. It was the first lead they had gotten before the bigger mission dawned upon them in the near future.

They were slowly inching their way into finding and taking down the gang that often either targeted NCT or beat them to their enemy. NCT was one of the strongest mafia groups in the country, but a runner up group was close in the lead.

The mafia gang: Seventeen.

The leader of Seventeen is still unknown to NCT and because of this, it was difficult to track them down. With Seventeen in the game, NCT had major competition that they needed to take down once and for all.

So they have been going through each and every clue and piece of information they could possibly dig up on the gang.

Seventeen was a threat to NCT just as NCT was a threat to Seventeen. Only one of them could stay standing as the other had to go.

The mafia world was not big enough for the two gangs in one picture. NCT's mission was to rid of Seventeen once and for all.

Either they submitted to NCT's authority, or death was their fate. Regardless, there would be a mass war between both groups once they found each other's bases and Mark had been preparing for it for the longest.

He will put an end to their mafia days and destroy them once and for all. There were no ifs ands or buts.

Why was there so much bad tension between those two gangs? The only answer to be given would be vengeance or revenge.

Mark's hand slammed across the face their potential suspect.

"Who do you work for?!" Mark spat as the man who winced in pain pleaded and begged for him to stop.

"I-I don't work for anyone," the injured man claimed as Mark threw a punch at his face, blood dripping down the man's broken nose. His face was bloody and bruised up.

"Bullshit. Where's your leader?" Mark interrogated.

The man was on his knees shaking his head as he cried with a plea. Jeno and Jisung had a hold of each arm so that he could not escape Mark's beatings.

"I don't have i-information on him," the man claimed as Mark chuckled, a foot jabbed through the man's rib cage—the sound of a pop from his bone breaking was heard.

"So you do work for him?" Mark smirked as the man was hunched over, coughing and hissing in pain.

They were in a building that was owned by another gang, but shut down because they went elsewhere...somewhere that Mark wanted to know.

"Look, you have the wrong guy," the man stated, his breathing wheezed.

"So then why are you at this old base if you don't know anything?" Mark scowled, crouching down to the man's level with a condescending smile.

"I-I told you before. I was just l-looking around because I'm a tourist," the man exclaimed as Mark clicked his tongue and stood up straight, donkey kicking the man's face.

"Someone is lurking around the entrance," Renjun informed, his fingers typing fast along the keyboard as he zoomed into the camera to scan the identity of the person.

Mark huffed and looked at the youngest of the two, making eye contact that told Jisung to take care of this man in front of them. Jisung grinned widely as his hand reached into his pocket to pull out one of his favorite daggers.

"See you in hell," Mark bid with a salute as he nudged his head to the side to tell Jeno to follow him.

Jeno let go of the man's arm as he followed Mark out of the building, listening to the pleasuring sounds of screams the beat up man that breathed his last breath.