Jihyeon was lying quietly in his room. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing softly, as if he were asleep.

  But Jihyeon's right hand was gripping his phone. At a quick glance, it looked like he was sleeping while holding his phone, but anyone who saw the electricity crackling would sense that something was strange.

  However, this was Jihyeon's room.

  There was no one to disturb him except his family. Jihyeon was just lying there very comfortably. His breathing was peaceful, to the extent that one might think he would sleep until whenever if no one woke him.

  But he didn't lie there forever.

  "He moved, then."

  Jihyeon opened his eyes quietly and muttered. As Jihyeon sat up, he felt that it was time to fight. This tedious fight was slowly coming to an end.

  The one who would move, moved.

  The one who would give up, gave up.

  The Master wisely chose to give up and observe. However, the Boss could not suppress his own ferocity.

  The Boss had probably vented his anger on his subordinates first. His face shown on the CCTV was so full of murderous intent that one could tell even without looking at the details.

  And the subordinates following him looked terrified, following along without knowing what they were doing.

  They were like pigs being led to the slaughterhouse. There was no need to describe how pathetic it was to walk toward a predetermined death regardless of their own will.

  But Jihyeon felt no sympathy.

  It was their fault for walking the wrong path in the first place. Therefore, they must bear all the responsibility.

  Instead, Jihyeon muttered that there would be no pain and went outside. He told his mother that he might not be home for dinner because of work, and he started walking to meet them.

  The Master wore a complicated expression after hearing his subordinates' report. The news that the other Boss had moved. And the news that the police had raided his office also came with it.

  Now, that side was completely finished.

  The downfall of a rival organization was a cause for joy. Even more so when the police moved in to crush them.

  But the Master's mood was not good. It wasn't just because the victory wasn't won through a gang war, but wasn't all of this the result of meeting a disaster named Jihyeon?

  He chose not to get involved anymore. It was an act of swallowing his pride to protect not only himself but his organization as well.

  But the Master thought that was good enough. There would be no need to worry anymore.

  However, it seemed the other side thought differently. He could tell from the subordinates' report.

  The beast who absolutely couldn't stand his pride being hurt must have finally given in to his temper and stepped forward.

  And in exchange, his own nest was completely destroyed. But would he even have the time to worry about such a thing?

  A man who chooses to die standing up deserves to live and die that way. There was no reason to comment on it.

  "Hoo..."

  The Master sighed. He hadn't expected to witness the downfall of his rival in this way.

  However, if he were a little younger, he probably would have made the same choice. He couldn't help but feel that his aged self was a little repulsive.

  But no matter what kind of person he was in this world, if there was something to protect, the story had to change. It wasn't something that could be achieved just by growing.

  One side was the pursuer, and the other side was the protector.

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  That difference might have brought about this result. The Master felt complicated, even though he knew it was useless sentimentality.

  Still, if fate was determined, there was nothing more to worry about. He just thought he had the right to watch the conclusion.

  If he was going to ignore it, he had to ignore it completely. But he also had no intention of suppressing his curiosity. He felt like he wouldn't be satisfied until he saw what kind of ending they would face.

  The Master got up from his seat. And he said to his subordinates.

  "Hey, let's go too. Won't it just be a good show?"

  The Master's voice was full of playfulness. It implied that since they had decided to back out, there would be no problem.

  "Are you sure? Won't going cause trouble?"

  One of the subordinates asked.

  "Shut up. We have to go watch something this entertaining."

  The Master said that and went outside without any hesitation. Then, some of the subordinates reluctantly followed.

  "We won't get involved anymore anyway. But we have to see the end of those who chose a different path from us in this incident."

  The Master's words made his right-hand man laugh.

  "Indeed. Their end will be worth watching."

  The Master smiled at his right-hand man's words. And as if no more words were needed, they all walked out.

  A little later, they drove off in a car. Fortunately, a minion contacted them, saying the confrontation had started nearby. They hurried toward that location.

  If you are pushed back in a fight, it's over.

  If you lose momentum, the fight is over. Even if you lose, you must not lose momentum until the very end.

  That was the ironclad rule of fighting.

  The Boss had fought that way until now. But now, for the first time, he felt he was losing momentum.

  The punk.

  The hateful enemy.

  And the enemy he had to kill.

  The guy named Jihyeon, who appeared before them, was an ordinary coward.

  But the actions he took before showing up were full of wonder.

  He never thought the guy would call them out for a fight, knowing they had set out.

  So when they arrived, the guy was waiting. And with a very relaxed demeanor. He had covered his face with a mask and pulled down his hat, seemingly trying to hide his face on purpose.

  The Boss thought that look was fitting for a rat. Nevertheless, he considered it showed some guts that the guy wanted to meet alone, considering their numbers.

  Well, if he didn't have that level of lunacy, he wouldn't have messed up his business premises in the first place. His business was completely ruined because of that guy.

  The Boss knew because he received a call on the way.

  He was completely ruined. All that was left was to kill Jihyeon.

  Nevertheless, the Boss felt a little strange meeting him like this. Since he had been thinking about Jihyeon more desperately than anyone else recently, perhaps it was natural.

  He wanted to kill him, but before that, he wanted to talk.

  Why did he do such things? And what did he want? Getting out of the car and instructing his subordinates to surround Jihyeon, the Boss asked.

  "Punk, who are you? Why did you do such a thing?"

  A pure question.

  It was a question laced with innocent curiosity about his greatest enemy.

  "Someone whose family was attacked by a drug addict. I didn't want to see the people around me suffer from drugs, so I did it."

  The punk named Jihyeon, considering he was not yet 30, had a voice fitting his age.

  But there was no fear in that voice.

  The only thing that could be confirmed was a sense of ease. It was something only those who knew they were strong could possess.

  The moment he heard that voice, the Boss felt anger surging up again.

  He could never tolerate anyone stronger than himself. To him, anyone stronger than him was only an object to be conquered.

  The other Master was also someone he would eventually overthrow. And now, the punk named Jihyeon was that target.

  "Just for that reason, just for that reason!"

  The Boss shouted. He was furious that the guy who dared to bare his fangs at him was doing this just for his family.

  If the reason was grander, his anger might have been less. But only for that? Wasn't that ridiculous?

  Of course, he knew there were people for whom that was everything. But the value of other people's families and his own family was different.

  "Kill him!"

  The Boss commanded. Subordinates were already positioned around Jihyeon. With their skill, they would surely be able to defeat Jihyeon.

  They were guys who had intentionally bulked up and trained themselves by beating people. Perhaps it would be different in a one-on-one fight, but if several people attacked, there was no way they couldn't defeat him.

  But that was a misconception.

  One second?

  No, it was shorter than that.

  Just in the blink of an eye, everyone here had collapsed.

  "Wha- what?"

  It was incomprehensible. The Boss couldn't grasp what had happened.

  "Useless action. But since you've committed a sin."

  Jihyeon said that and looked at the Boss. His eyes showed no emotion. The Boss couldn't believe a human could have such eyes.

  "Wh- what on earth are you? Who are you?"

  Fear.

  The Boss felt fear. Before an enemy that defied common sense, he finally realized who he was standing before.

  There would be no need for a separate threat. Just by standing there, the punk named Jihyeon was asserting his presence.

  What on earth had he done in front of him?

  Everything he had achieved was crumbling, and all that remained was going to prison.

  "Ha, haha... What, what is this... What nonsense is this!"

  The Boss was furious. And he approached Jihyeon as if to do something. But Jihyeon just looked at the Boss without saying anything.

  If there was even a hint of murderous intent or hostility in Jihyeon's eyes, it would have been much better. He had lived a life that was always feared and hated by others.

  But Jihyeon just looked at him as he was.

  Without any emotion, he was letting him know that there was an ugly man left with nothing now.

  "Damn it! Damn it! This accursed bastard!"

  He couldn't stand it. Misery flowed down the aging man's eyes. The man who was the Boss ran forward.

  To vent the anger that wouldn't be resolved unless he struck a single blow. But even that was not allowed.

  The shock that flowed through his entire body turned his consciousness to nothingness. Nothing came to mind. This was just the end.

  Perhaps this was better.

  Amidst emptiness, pain, and a hint of relief, the man who was the Boss collapsed.