The man stood at the window, his back straight but his fingers tapping restlessly against the glass. The night view of the city below, glittering with lights, did little to calm the storm brewing inside him. He was a man in his sixties, his face lined with years of power and command, but tonight, anger etched deeper lines into his expression. His jaw clenched as he stared out into the darkness, barely acknowledging the informant who stood behind him, waiting for instructions.
"So, still no update on my son..." His voice was quiet, but the restrained fury behind it was unmistakable.
The informant swallowed hard, nerves creeping in as he glanced at the man's stiff posture. "We hacked every system we could access, sir. The last sighting of him was with Kim Jiwon. They had dinner, but after that, they went their separate ways."
The man's hand stilled, but his eyes remained fixed on the skyline. "Separate ways?" he echoed, his tone sharp, filled with disbelief.
"Yes, sir. According to the CCTV footage, Jaewon left the restaurant first, followed by Jiwon. They departed in different directions." The informant's words hung in the air, but the man remained unmoved, his silence speaking volumes.
After what felt like an eternity, the man turned slightly, just enough for the informant to see the fury burning in his eyes. "I want my son found," he said, his voice a low growl. "And while you're at it, I want every piece of information you can gather on Blue Moon. Every detail, every secret, every whisper." His lips curled into a bitter smile, as if the very mention of Blue Moon disgusted him. "I've had enough of those kids running the underworld like they own it. Kim Soohyun and Kim Jiwon... they think they're invincible."
The informant nodded quickly, not daring to interrupt. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.
The man's eyes flickered with something darker—a deep-seated grudge that had festered for far too long. "I'll hunt them down to the ends of the earth if I have to. Kim Soohyun, that arrogant kingpin, and his precious Queen," he spat, the word Queen dripping with venom. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded wedding photo of the couple. With one violent motion, he tore it in half and let the pieces fall to the floor.
"They'll die by my hand." His voice was chillingly calm as he turned back to the window, once again gazing out into the night as if the city itself would yield the answers he sought. He lifted a cup of coffee to his lips, savoring the bitterness as he whispered, "Sooner or later, they'll realize they've crossed the wrong man."
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"Faster, baby!" Soohyun's voice was breathy with effort, sweat trickling down his temple as he focused on Jiwon. They moved with deadly grace inside the private MMA ring Soohyun had built exclusively for them. The air was thick with tension, as their members watched from the sidelines, completely captivated.
"Palli, unnie!!" Winter's voice rang out from outside the ring, cheering Jiwon on. The fight had escalated, with both Soohyun and Jiwon showing signs of wear—small cuts and bruises from their sparring. The sparring session was intense, with the couple locked in a fast-paced MMA fight. Soohyun had built the ring for their private training, but today, their crew had gathered to witness the legendary couple in action.
Today was no ordinary sparring session. There was a ferocity to their movements, an almost primal rhythm as they traded blows. The entire scene looked like a deadly dance, a perfectly synchronized display of raw power and lethal precision. The crowd was used to watching Soohyun dominate the arena, but when he fought Jiwon, the stakes always seemed higher, and the thrill, even greater.
Soohyun and Jiwon had long since grown accustomed to these fights. Sometimes they sparred with knives, swords, or just bare hands, testing each other's limits. Their crew had always watched in awe as the two engaged in what seemed like a deadly dance. Soohyun, renowned for his speed and power, had trained Jiwon to become his equal, a woman version of himself—fast, lethal, and untouchable.
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