𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝐉𝐉 & 𝐊𝐃 ||

Chapter 1: Identity

TIMESTAMP: 04:37 (4:37 AM)
Location: JNX Warehouse 21-2YS
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Yeosu-si, South Korea.

A calm coastal city, the second largest in South Jeolla Province. Perfect for those wanting to maintain a slow-paced living. Each to their own devices to enjoy the salty breeze of the surrounding bodies of water.

Statistically speaking, the offense rates were low, though that mostly pertained to petty crimes. Not the big timers that operated under layers of protection thanks to shadows.

JNX Warehouse complex.

A substantial amount of land in the area was bought and converted into a warehouse storage complex for one of South Korea's most influential.

Despite the sun not yet rising, it was the perfect location and time for business to be done.

Warehouse 21-2YS.

Its roller doors already opened, as people dressed down in black and armed with tactical weaponry, aimed at something, rather, someone.

Lee Dae-Ho. A shipping coordinator for many in the criminal underworld.

Instead of being in his usual business attire, a slicked-back hairstyle and a cocky, damn near, arrogant smirk most shady negotiators held, Lee Dae-Ho found himself battered, sporting cracked and bleeding lips, swollen eyes and his designer suit muddled down to shreds, and filth.

His head, which throbbed in pain, hung low, not bothering to lift it at the sound of thick and numerous footsteps echoing inside the warehouse.

"Silence for the incoming boss!" a deep, masculine voice sounded, breaking the uneasy silence and prepping everyone for the approaching nightmare that took the form of the boss.

While the majority of the footsteps had ceased once they were in, another pair continued ahead.

A quiet click of a mechanism sounded before the automatic rolling door of the warehouse began to close, finally shutting with a heavy thud.

"I hope you aren't dead yet, Lee." an even deeper voice sounded, some parts sounding enthusiastic, "We still need to talk."

"There..." A gasp fell from Lee shutting one eye but still not looking up, "There's not much to talk about."

Next thing he knew, a fistful of his hair was grabbed and his neck snapped upwards, as he let out a choked gurgle.

No longer faced with the sight of his tattered pants, but now making eye contact with the man himself.

Dressed down in tailored, all-black with matte leopard print along his suit, and fitting polished dressed shoes was the boss.

In spite of the chaos of breaking official rules, there was somewhat of an established hierarchy.

And this man stood at the pinnacle of it all, like a king.

Like an Emperor.

Joo Jaekyung.

Jaekyung had what could be considered the body sculpted by the gods themselves, at a staggering height of 6'4 (193 cm), and his well-trained muscles were evident even with the perfectly tailored suit he wore. On his left and right arms respectively, he donned a devil mask tattoo with a traditional Korean pattern and a rolling clouds tattoo. His hair was a deep jet black, with thick eyebrows seemingly almost always arched in a state of annoyance and sharp gray eyes to compliment.

The Joo name was one highly respected and highly feared. With widespread control of many territories even outside of South Korea, from the mountains to the sea for many generations. It was only until the arrival of Jaekyung did the Onyx Devil Mafia found its notoriety to explode in the underworld.