Nobita new life [Doreamon x Lookism]

Meeting with Charles

A few weeks had passed since Jihoon's last encounter with the gang. He was on his way home, the evening sun casting long shadows on the streets of Seoul. His bike, though still a bit scratched from his previous missions, moved smoothly under him. He was supposed to meet Charles soon, but he decided to take a detour through a quieter part of the city, enjoying the cool breeze against his face.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a metal rod was hurled into the front wheel of his bike, causing it to jolt violently. Jihoon's reflexes kicked in instantly; he leaned sharply to the side and managed to skid to a halt, avoiding a crash. He dismounted quickly, his eyes scanning the area. It didn't take long for him to see them—the gang members he had previously confronted for protection money. This time, they weren't alone. Over a hundred men filled the narrow alleyway, blocking his path in all directions.

The leader of the gang, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, stepped forward with a sneer. "You thought you could just come into our territory and walk away with our money?" he taunted, his voice dripping with menace.

Jihoon looked at him, unflinching. "You should have paid up when you had the chance," he replied coolly. "Now, you're making things difficult for yourself."

The leader laughed, signaling to his men. "Get him! Make him pay for what he did!"

As the gang members rushed towards him, Jihoon's expression remained calm. He had faced worse odds before, and these thugs were no match for his skills. He dashed forward, his movements a blur as he weaved through the crowd. With each precise strike and well-placed kick, he sent his attackers sprawling to the ground, incapacitated.

Despite their numbers, the gang was no match for Jihoon's speed and martial arts prowess. He moved like a whirlwind, his fists and feet striking with the force of a hammer. One by one, the gang members fell, groaning in pain as they hit the ground. Jihoon showed no mercy; he knew that if he did, they wouldn't hesitate to hurt him in return.

Within minutes, the alleyway was filled with the bodies of the defeated gang members. Jihoon stood in the center of the carnage, barely breaking a sweat. The leader, now the last man standing, looked around in horror at his fallen comrades.

"Please, stop!" the leader begged, fear evident in his eyes. "We'll pay, we'll pay whatever you want!"

Jihoon smirked, his eyes cold. "Too late for that." He stepped forward and knocked the leader out with a swift punch to the jaw. The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Jihoon quickly collected the protection money they owed him, then checked his bike. Luckily, it was still functional, though the paint was scratched and would need repairs. He had more pressing matters to attend to than fixing his bike, so he decided it could wait. He rode through the city, heading to a secret apartment where he was supposed to meet Charles and the others.

When he arrived, he parked his bike and took the stairs two at a time, eager to see what the next plan was. Inside, he found Charles, Gun, Goo, the blonde, and Eugene already waiting. They looked up as he entered, noting his slightly disheveled appearance.

"What happened to you?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ran into a little trouble on the way here," Jihoon replied nonchalantly, wiping some dirt off his jacket. "But it's taken care of. What's the next move?"

Charles nodded, his expression serious. "We've got a new plan. We're going to establish four major crews in Korea. Each crew will be responsible for exploiting different sectors—minors, street racing, underground fights, and more. The goal is to control the flow of money through these illegal activities and expand our influence."