You had taken a rare day off from your responsibilities as CEO to accompany your fiancé, Jaegyeon Na, to Busan. Jaegyeon Na, the formidable King of Incheon, was working with James Lee on a plan to dismantle the Busan first-generation king, Jinrang. The two of you had gone to an old building where Jinrang was expected to be, but the place was empty.

As Jaegyeon Na relayed this to James Lee, James reminded him, "No matter what happens, you must not fight. If the King of Incheon gets involved, it’ll escalate quickly."

Jaegyeon Na, ever calm and detached, responded with his signature nonchalance, "I don’t have a reason to fight."

Jaegyeon Na's expression darkened the moment he stepped out of the Busan port building and saw his new car, its windows shattered and a massive dent marring the roof. His jaw tightened, anger radiating off him in waves. Picking up a brick from the wreckage, he called out sharply, “Stop right there.”

With cold fury, he grabbed another brick, his grip turning it into an extension of his rage. "Who threw this?" he demanded, his tone cutting through the commotion nearby.

One of the first-generation men sneered, “Who are you?”

Jaegyeon Na's gaze narrowed as he retorted icily, “I don’t care if you’re fighting. But you shouldn’t have messed with my car.” His voice dropped lower, laced with menace. "I Can't Hold Back Anymore Today."

Effortlessly, he crushed the brick in his hand, the pieces crumbling like dust. His eyes burned with restrained fury. “The Bastard Who Threw This. Step Out. Right Now.”