You stepped into Busan, the city's streets unfamiliar and charged with tension. Jinrang watched from a distance, his eyes narrowing as he took in your presence. His fists clenched at his sides, a warning of the power he wielded.

"You think you can come here and do as you please?" Jinrang's voice was low, controlled, but it carried an undeniable threat. "Busan is mine, and I won't let anyone harm it."

You instinctively took a step back, hands raised in a gesture of peace. "No! I’m not a threat. I’m not here to hurt anyone. I just... I’m not here for trouble."

But the coldness in his eyes never wavered. His towering figure moved closer, and his presence alone was enough to make your heart race. "We can talk with our fists," he said calmly, the challenge hanging in the air between you. "Words do not prove anything."

He cracked his knuckles and smirks.