It is the story of one of the most perilous but secret Mafia King "Suga" and a deadly government agent, he is cruel but for those who mess with him, he has a very dangerous aura, Hearing his voice, people's souls tremble, People are afraid to even m...
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The room was suffocatingly dark, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. The only sound was the ragged breathing of the man tied to the chair, his body wracked with pain. His wrists and ankles were bound tightly with heavy iron chains, the cold metal digging into his bruised skin. Blood trickled from his nose, mixing with the sweat dripping down his face.
He didn’t know where he was.
He didn’t know why he was here.
All he knew was pain and fear.
His head drooped forward, exhaustion threatening to pull him into unconsciousness, but just then—
Creak.
The sound of a door opening made him flinch. His entire body tensed as he heard slow, deliberate footsteps approaching.
Someone was coming.
His breath hitched, and he tried to peer through the darkness, but he could see nothing. Just shadows shifting against the faint sliver of moonlight coming from a small, half-open window in the corner of the room. The dim light barely illuminated the figure standing in front of him—tall, broad shoulders, an air of silent authority.
Then—
Click.
A single light flickered on.
The sudden brightness forced him to squeeze his eyes shut before he hesitantly opened them again. His vision was still blurry, but as it cleared, his stomach dropped.
There were four men standing in the room, all dressed in black, their expressions unreadable. Each one carried a gun, their fingers resting lightly on the triggers.
But it was the man sitting in front of him that sent a wave of terror through his body.
A king in the shadows.
Seated on a chair, legs spread casually apart, was a man with jet-black hair and an aura so dark it seemed to consume the light around him. His face was unreadable, his sharp eyes void of emotion, as if he didn’t know what fear was—or simply didn’t care.
And then it hit him.
He knew this man.
He had seen this terrifyingly handsome face before.
And that realization sent pure dread coursing through his veins.
His body trembled involuntarily as he tried to think of a way to escape. But the chains around his limbs reminded him—there was no running. No hiding.
