Bodyguard:- sir someone has killed Mr. Tommy Bodyguard:- and they have left a note He gave the tablet to Vages
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Vegas:- can't wait to meet you.
Back to Taeyong and Ran
Ran:- let's go outside and eat something Taeyong:- yeah. You better keep your words Ran:- okay then I will pay for everything. Taeyong:- nice.
They walk to a nearby restaurant.
Taeyong:- I want to eat a hotpot Ran:- I was thinking the same thing. Taeyong:- I miss Soju Ran:- yeah, let's order beer.
They start to eat. After they finish their food they start to walk to their place but they can feel someone is following them. They look at each other to confirm that they feel the same way. They started to walk the other way. They are about to walk but some guys block the way.
Ran:- what the hell do you need? The man:- come with us Taeyong:- fuck off The man:- come with us cuz we don't want to hurt kids. Ran:- move.(she said, her voice low and threatening. She wasn't in the mood for this, not after a night like tonight.) The man:- you don't have a choice. Taeyong:- last warning. Fuck off.
The man's smirk faded, replaced by a cold, menacing stare.
The man:- take them
The moment the words left his mouth, the men lunged. Ran and Taeyong were ready. Ran moved first, her body reacting before her mind had fully processed the threat. She ducked under the first punch, driving her knee up into the attacker's stomach with brutal force. He doubled over, gasping for air, and she followed up with a swift elbow to the back of his head, sending him crashing to the pavement. Taeyong was already in action, his knife flashing as he slashed at the arm of the man closest to him. Blood spurted from the wound, and the man screamed, clutching his arm in pain. Taeyong didn't hesitate-he drove his fist into the man's face, knocking him out cold. Ran spun around just in time to see another man charging at her with a metal pipe. She sidestepped his swing, the pipe whistling through the air where her head had been just seconds before. She grabbed his wrist, twisting it sharply until he dropped the pipe with a yelp. Without missing a beat, she flipped him over her shoulder, his body hitting the ground with a sickening thud.
Taeyong:- Ran, on your left!. (Taeyong shouted as he grappled with two men at once, holding his own with a series of quick, brutal strikes.)
Ran turned to see a large man barreling toward her, fists raised. She dodged his first punch, but he was fast-faster than the others. His second punch grazed her cheek, and she stumbled back, feeling the sting of the hit. She growled in frustration, regaining her balance. The man grinned, thinking he had the upper hand. That was his mistake. Ran charged forward, feinting a punch to his face. He raised his arms to block, leaving his midsection wide open. She took the opening, delivering a powerful kick to his ribs, followed by a series of quick jabs to his face. The man staggered back, dazed. Ran didn't let up. She finished him off with a roundhouse kick to the side of his head, sending him sprawling to the ground, unconscious. Meanwhile, Taeyong had dispatched one of the men he was fighting, leaving only one more. The last man was desperate, swinging wildly, but Taeyong was calm and focused. He dodged the attacks easily, then delivered a swift uppercut, followed by a knee to the gut. The man crumpled to the ground, defeated. Ran and Taeyong stood back-to-back, breathing heavily, surveying the scene. Their attackers lay scattered around them, groaning in pain or completely out cold.
Ran wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes cold as she looked down at the nearest man.
Ran:- you picked the wrong night.
Taeyong nodded, his expression just as grim.
Taeyong:- let's go before they wake up.
They started to walk away, but Ran paused, glancing back at the man who had spoken earlier. He was trying to crawl away, dragging himself along the pavement.Ran walked over to him, her footsteps slow and deliberate. The man froze, looking up at her with wide, fearful eyes.
Ran:- Tell your boss, that next time he wants a chat, he should come himself. Otherwise, he'll lose more than just a few men.
