You had taken a day off from your duties 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.

James Lee have told to Jaegyeon Na to not fight no matter what as if the king go involved things would get ugly and Jaegyeon at that time nonchalantly said he had no reason to fight.

Jaegyeon Na’s expression darkened as he stepped out of the Busan port building to find his new car wrecked—windows shattered and a massive dent on the roof. His jaw tightened, fury radiating from him. Picking up a brick from the scene, he barked, “Stop right there!”

With cold rage, he crushed the brick in his hand like it was nothing. “Who threw this?” he demanded, his voice sharp and unforgiving.

The first-generation man sneered, “Who are you?”

Jaegyeon Na’s gaze turned icy. “I don’t care if you’re fighting, but you shouldn’t have messed with my car.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. “I can’t hold back anymore today.”

Eli pointed at the culprit. “It’s him.” Jaegyeon turned to the man. “Was it you?”

Eli added, “But who are you? Go, Back You’ll get hurt for nothing.”

The first-generation man began trembling, sweat dripping as he stammered, “N-no way... King of Incheon... Jaegyeon Na?! Why are you here?”

Jaegyeon Na strode toward him with irritation. “You punk. Where’s the respect?”

Petrified, the man lunged at Jaegyeon, shouting, “DIE! Why did you come to Busan?"

Effortlessly dodging, Jaegyeon grabbed the man’s face with a smirk. “Are you fighting or crying? Choose one.”

The man stumbled back in fear as Jaegyeon approached calmly. “Why are you so scared? Isn’t Busan all about pride? Get your act together.”

Jaegyeon smirked coldly. “After all, you’ve got to protect that pride.”