The Legacy (Underworld 1) JC

13: You and I

In the dimly lit hideout of the Amber gang, tension hung thick in the air as they huddled together, plotting their next move. Their leader, Amber, stood at the head of the table, her eyes blazing with determination as she addressed her comrades.

"We all know what's at stake here," she began, her voice low and urgent, "If Jeonghan finds out that we were behind the bombing, it could mean the end of everything we've worked for. We need to act fast, before it's too late."

Nods of agreement rippled through the room as Amber outlined their plan of attack. They would strike at midnight, when Seungcheol and his gang were least expecting it, using the element of surprise to their advantage.

Their objective was clear: rescue Jeonghan at all costs, even if it meant risking their own lives in the process. He was one of their own, a loyal ally and trusted friend, and they would not rest until he was safely back in their midst.

As the hours ticked by, tension mounted, each member of the Amber gang steeling themselves for the dangerous mission that lay ahead. They knew the risks, knew the odds were stacked against them, but they also knew that failure was not an option.

With weapons loaded and hearts pounding, the Amber gang set out into the night, their determination unshakeable and their resolve unwavering. For in the dangerous world of the underworld, where loyalty was scarce and betrayal lurked around every corner, they knew that the bonds of brotherhood were the only thing that mattered. And they would do whatever it took to protect their own, even if it meant facing down the deadliest of enemies and risking everything they held dear.

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Seungcheol scanned the room, his brow furrowing slightly as he noticed Joshua's absence. "Where's Joshua?" he inquired, his voice tinged with concern.

Hansol, always observant, spoke up. "I think he's still upset about the argument you two had earlier," he suggested, his tone gentle but pointed.

Seungcheol's expression softened with understanding. "Right," he murmured, a twinge of regret evident in his voice. "I'll talk to him later. We can't afford to have divisions among us, especially now."

Seungcheol stood at the head of the table in the dimly lit room, his expression serious as he addressed his gang members. "Alright, listen up everyone," he began, his voice commanding attention. "After the recent bombing that took down our mansion, we can't afford to let our guard down. Security needs to be tighter than ever before."

His second-in-command, Jihoon, nodded in agreement. "We've already begun assessing the damage and reinforcing our defenses," he added, his tone determined.

Seungcheol glanced around the room, meeting the eyes of each member present. "Good. But I want every corner of our territory under surveillance. No blind spots. No weaknesses," he emphasized, his words leaving no room for misunderstanding.

The maknae, Chan, spoke up nervously. "But what if they come back, Hyung? What if they try to finish what they started?"

Seungcheol's gaze hardened, but he maintained his calm demeanor. "Then we'll be ready for them," he replied firmly. "We don't back down from a fight, but we also don't underestimate our enemies."

Wonwoo, known for his quick wit, chimed in. "And what about the mansion, Seungcheol? It's in shambles. How do we rebuild that?"

Seungcheol sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We rebuild it brick by brick, if we have to," he said resolutely. "But I want it done quickly. Our home is a symbol of our strength, and we can't afford to appear weak."

Just then, Jun brought up another pressing matter. "What about Jeonghan? Any updates on him?"

Seungcheol sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping as he thought of his longtime friend. "He's not doing well," he admitted, his voice laced with concern. "He's still grieving over Subin's death, and he's convinced that I'm somehow responsible for the bombing."