The Empire (Underworld 3) MW

29: New Country, New Life

In a dimly lit room, Hansol sat bound to a chair, his mind racing. He had been ambushed on his way home from school, taken by surprise by the Amber gang. He had fought back, but they had overpowered him.

His thoughts turned to Seungcheol and the rest of the Midnight gang. He knew they would come for him. He just had to hold on until they did.

A door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. Hansol's eyes narrowed as he recognized the man as one of Seokmin's lieutenants.

"Comfortable?" the man sneered.

Hansol glared at him, refusing to show any fear. "You'll regret this. My brother is coming for me."

The man chuckled, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "We're counting on it. Seungcheol will do anything to get you back. And when he does, we'll be ready."

Seokmin entered the room, his presence instantly commanding attention. He glanced at Hansol, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Look at you, Hansol. All tied up and nowhere to go," Seokmin taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

Hansol's eyes blazed with defiance. "You think this is going to scare my gang members? You're making a huge mistake."

Seokmin sauntered closer, crouching down to Hansol's level. "Oh, I'm counting on your their fear, specially your brother's. He'll come running, and when he does, we'll have him right where we want him."

Hansol clenched his fists, the ropes biting into his skin. "You're underestimating him. And me. How do you even know we're siblings?"

Seokmin laughed, a harsh sound that echoed through the room. "You've got spirit, kid. But spirit won't save you. Now, be a good boy and wait. It won't be long before Seungcheol is here, and then we'll see who has the last laugh."

As Seokmin stood up and turned to leave, Hansol's mind raced with thoughts of escape. He knew he had to stay strong, not just for himself, but for Seungcheol and the rest of the gang. They would come for him, and when they did, he needed to be ready.

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As night fell over the city, Wonwoo and Mingyu prepared to leave for Italy. They knew the journey would be dangerous, but it was their best chance to escape the chaos and find some peace.

Wonwoo packed a small bag with essentials: clothes, money, and his camera. He glanced at Mingyu, who was donning a wig and adjusting his glasses, transforming into a completely different person.

"You ready?" Mingyu asked, his voice calm but tinged with nervousness.

Wonwoo nodded, slipping on a cap and sunglasses to complete his own disguise. "Ready as I'll ever be."

They left their hidden hideout under the cover of darkness, moving quickly and quietly through the streets. They reached a hidden garage where a car waited for them, its engine already running. A trusted contact of Mingyu's was behind the wheel, ready to drive them to the airport.

As they drove, Mingyu reached out and took Wonwoo's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "We'll be safe in Italy. I have connections there. We can start over."

Wonwoo nodded, his mind still racing with thoughts of the life they were leaving behind. "I know. But you know, Pup, Italy is my birth place. We're Sicilian mafias, Italy is in Seungcheol's own clutches. I just hope we can finally find some peace."

"That's the whole point, love. We're hiding in the most common country, they won't expect us to be there." Mingyu assured.

At the airport, they navigated through the crowds, their disguises keeping them hidden in plain sight. They passed through security without incident and boarded their flight, thanks to Mingyu's sources and Wonwoo's insane technological skills. As the plane took off, Wonwoo looked out the window, watching the city lights fade into the distance.