Jeon Jungkook happens to be the worlds most feared mafia . His moves are as sharp as a blade of katana . The whole world shivers down by listening his name .
He is also know as "the devil's spawn JK".
What will happen when circumstances lead him to...
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Don't try to find logic in today's chapter cause I too didn't find it ¿ 😅
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He took a step closer, his expression hardening. "I won't ask again. Who's behind this? Why were you after Kim Taehyung's son?"
Suddenly, he heard the same clicking sound again, and before he could register what was happening, he collapsed to the ground, his vision blurring as darkness began to close in as a sharp shrill pain immersed from his neck.
"Shit," he muttered as he saw a dark figure emerging from the bushes. The sound of boots clicking against the ground echoed ominously.
"Never let your guard down when you're in danger and all alone," the man said, his eyes glinting with an evil spark, as if something sinister lurked beneath his calm exterior. "Didn't anyone teach you that, boy?"
"You! What did you shoot me with?" Jungkook demanded, feeling a sharp, shrill pain spreading from his neck. With each passing moment, his vision grew blurrier.
The man removed the cloth covering his mouth, revealing a face marred by a deep scar-one that Jungkook guessed must have come from a brutal fight. An unsettling feeling washed over him; this man was likely connected to the underworld.
"Oh, don't worry. It's just a nano bullet!" the man said, stepping closer. "It won't kill you, but it will cause enough pain to make you fall in coma."
Jungkook shut his eyes against the pain. "Nano bullet?" he wishpered, his mind racing. As far as he knew, a nano bullet was a hypothetical projectile that utilized nanotechnology to deliver a potent, pain-inducing payload. The most intriguing part was that they were difficult to manufacture and were only made by the Jeons. Could it be?
No, it can't be! Jungkook thought, panic rising within him. Is his father behind all this? But what connection does he have with him? Besides, why would he interfere in my business? Could it be an ex-member from our gang? He tried to consider every angle.
He winced in pain as the man stomped on his wound. In the next moment, he felt his hands being tied. "Fuck! Why is he tying me?"
"Boy, tell me where the kid is. Don't waste my time!" the man demanded, his voice cold and threatening.
"Leave me! I won't tell you!" Jungkook spat harshly, summoning the last of his energy.
"What did you say?" The man raised an eyebrow, a cruel smile creeping across his face. "If you don't dare to tell me, then get ready to die."
Jungkook let out a dry laugh, blood beginning to drip from his mouth due to the bullet's effects. "Killed? By you? Didn't you see how I beat your puppets to death?"
"So much confidence," the man replied, raising his gun to examine it. "Okay, I have a deal for you. A life for a life. You tell me where you hid him, and I'll give you the antidote." He pulled out a small bottle, holding it up for Jungkook to see. "How does that sound?"
