After defeating Busan’s first-generation fighters, Lee Jihoon dismantled the King of Busan’s gang in his absence, crippling their strength by taking the very body parts that made them powerful, paving the way for the rise of the second generation.

Lee Jihoon sat on a chair in his abandoned Munseong Middle High classroom, surrounded by scattered trophies. Dressed in his beige blazer, white shirt, and brown trousers, he leaned forward, elbows on his thighs, staring stoically at a trophy in his hand.

As the door opened swiftly. He sensed the familiar presence as he already knew it was You.

You came back after wiping off another Clan leaning casually against the door, hands tucked in your pockets, a smirk playing on your lips as you sucked on a lollipop. Dressed in a black open shirt and matching trousers, your signature purple glasses shielded your light-sensitive eyes.

As You spoke...