MARKED AS MINE || minsung

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Author's pov...

In the heart of the warehouse, Minho sat behind his desk, his face a mask of tension. The room was filled with the low hum of machinery and the occasional clatter of distant activity. The blinds were half-drawn, casting striped shadows across the floor, adding to the already oppressive atmosphere. Papers and maps lay strewn across the desk, reflecting the chaos in Minho's mind.

Chan and Changbin stood nearby, their expressions mirroring the gravity of the situation. The news that had come in was not good. Their rival gang, led by a ruthless figure known only as The choi's , they are back with more power.

Minho rubbed his temples, his usually sharp eyes clouded with worry. "This is bad," he muttered, more to himself than to the others. "The chois isn't playing games. They're coming for us, and we're not ready."

Chan stepped forward, his usual playful demeanor replaced with concern. "Minho, we've faced threats before. We can handle this. We just need a solid plan."

Minho shook his head, frustration evident in his tight grip on the edge of the desk. "It's different this time, Chan. The choi's got new allies, more firepower. We're outnumbered and outgunned."

Changbin, always the strategist, spoke up. "We need to shore up our defenses, reach out to our contacts for support. Maybe even call in a few favors."

Minho sighed, leaning back in his chair. "We've burned a lot of bridges, Changbin. There aren't many favors left to call in."

The room fell silent, the weight of their predicament pressing down on them. Minho glanced at the maps spread out before him, each marked with red circles indicating enemy movements. The choi was closing in from all sides.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted their thoughts. Felix, one of their trusted lieutenants, entered, his expression grim. "Boss, we've got intel on The choi's next move. They're planning a hit on our main warehouse tonight."

Minho's jaw tightened. "Damn it," he muttered. "They're not giving us any time to breathe."

Chan placed a reassuring hand on Minho's shoulder. "We can't let them get the upper hand, Minho. We need to act now. Secure the warehouse, get our people ready."

Minho nodded, the fire returning to his eyes. "You're right. We can't back down. get everyone on high alert. Chan, Changbin, start mobilizing our defenses. We're going to show The Viper that we're not to be underestimated."

As his team moved into action, Minho took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. The stress was overwhelming, but he knew he couldn't afford to falter. The safety of his people, the survival of his gang, depended on his ability to lead them through this crisis.

Standing alone in the dim light of the office, Minho felt the weight of his responsibilities bearing down on him. But he also felt a flicker of determination. They had faced adversity before and emerged stronger. This time would be no different.

With renewed resolve, Minho joined his team, ready to confront the challenge head-on. The Viper might have struck fear into their hearts, but Minho was determined to fight back with everything he had.

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A ship from txt..

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