Chapter 16: Chapter 16: The Blood-Stained Streets of Busan
Chapter 16: The Blood-Stained Streets of Busan
1. A City That Never Forgets
Busan.
A city of memories.
A city that had witnessed Jinwoo's rise.
And now, it would witness his fall—or his victory.
He stepped out of the stolen car, his boots crunching against the pavement. The early morning mist rolled over the port, the sea air thick with salt and gasoline.
The address Tae-sung had given him wasn't a trap.
It was a message.
A reminder.
Jinwoo's eyes scanned the dark alleyways, the distant flickering of neon signs.
This was the place where he had spilled his first blood.
Where he had won his first fight.
Where he had become a king.
And now, he had come to kill a ghost.
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2. The Last Ally
Jinwoo wasn't foolish.
He knew walking into Tae-sung's game alone was suicide.
So he made a call.
To the last person he could trust.
Thirty minutes later, a black motorcycle pulled up.
The rider stepped off, removing his helmet.
Kang Seok.
His face was unreadable, but his eyes held the same fire as always.
"You really think you can do this alone?" Kang Seok asked.
Jinwoo gave a smirk. "Didn't expect you to care."
Kang Seok exhaled, lighting a cigarette. "I don't."
He took a drag, then flicked the ashes away.
"But if Tae-sung wins… we're all dead."
Jinwoo nodded. "Then let's finish this."
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3. The Trap is Set
The address led them to an abandoned nightclub.
The entrance was still covered in faded posters from years ago—advertisements of a time when this place was filled with life.
Now, it was silent.
Too silent.
Jinwoo and Kang Seok exchanged a glance.
They knew what this meant.
It wasn't just an invitation.
It was a trap.
Kang Seok smirked. "Hope you brought enough bullets."
Jinwoo pulled out his pistol. "Enough to finish this."
Then, without hesitation—they walked inside.
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4. Welcome to Hell
The moment they stepped in—
The doors slammed shut behind them.
Then came the laughter.
Slow. Cold. Mocking.
Jinwoo's blood froze.
A spotlight flickered on, illuminating the second floor.
And there he was.
Jung Tae-sung.
Dressed in a black suit, leaning against the railing as if he owned the world.
His smile was almost bored.
"You're late, Jinwoo."
Jinwoo's fingers tightened around his gun.
"Tae-sung."
The man's smirk widened. "No honorifics? I'm hurt."
Jinwoo ignored the taunt. "This ends tonight."
Tae-sung chuckled. "You're right about one thing."
Then—he snapped his fingers.
The club exploded with movement.
From the shadows, dozens of men emerged.
Armed. Trained. Ready.
Jinwoo and Kang Seok had walked into the lion's den.
But they weren't about to die like prey.
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5. The Street King's Last War
The first bullet was fired—
And hell broke loose.
Jinwoo moved first, diving behind a fallen table as bullets rained down.
He fired back, dropping two men instantly.
Kang Seok was right beside him, his movements precise, deadly.
Two against twenty.
The odds were impossible.
But Jinwoo had never played by the rules.
One by one, they fell.
Blood splattered against the walls.
The scent of gunpowder filled the air.
Jinwoo's vision blurred with adrenaline, his body moving on pure instinct.
A man lunged—Jinwoo snapped his neck.
Another raised a gun—Kang Seok put a bullet between his eyes.
The numbers were thinning.
But so was their strength.
Jinwoo's muscles burned. His side throbbed.
His body screamed for rest—
But he couldn't stop.
Not yet.
Not until Tae-sung was dead.
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6. The Final Betrayal
And then, just as the last man fell—
A click.
Jinwoo's blood ran cold.
The sound of a gun being cocked.
From behind him.
He turned—
And his heart stopped.
Hye-jin.
Gun in hand.
Pointed at him.
Her face was unreadable.
Her eyes, empty.
Jinwoo's breath caught. "You don't have to do this."
Hye-jin's fingers tightened on the trigger.
And then, she smiled.
Cold.
Final.
"Yes, I do."
A gunshot rang out.
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End of Chapter 16