It is the story of one of the most perilous but secret Mafia King "Suga" and a deadly government agent, he is cruel but for those who mess with him, he has a very dangerous aura, Hearing his voice, people's souls tremble, People are afraid to even m...
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The night was quiet, but his mind was anything but.
Emerging from the dimly lit basement, Suga ascended the stairs with slow, measured steps. The air outside was crisp, cool, and utterly indifferent to the bloodshed left behind. He exhaled sharply as he stepped onto the pavement, rolling his shoulders as if shedding the last remnants of tension that clung to him like smoke.
His car stood a few feet away, sleek and imposing under the moonlight. He walked toward it, his boots clicking softly against the pavement. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapping one out with practiced ease. The glint of silver from his lighter caught his eye as he flicked it open, the small flame briefly illuminating the sharp angles of his face.
He took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling slowly. The ember at the tip of the cigarette glowed in the darkness, the only visible sign of the storm brewing in his mind.
Reaching into his coat, he retrieved his phone, unlocking it with a single swipe before dialing a number. He brought the device to his ear, the ringing tone slicing through the quiet of the night.
The line clicked. "Suga?"
"Hobi," he murmured, his voice calm yet commanding. "Collect all the information about our enemy and send it to me as soon as possible."
A pause. Then a steady, efficient voice responded, "Alright. I’ll have everything you need by morning."
"Good." Suga took another drag from his cigarette, his fingers tightening slightly around the phone. "I want every detail—his contacts, his movements, the people he trusts. I don’t want a single thing missing."
"You got it," Hoseok assured him. There was no hesitation, no unnecessary words. He understood the weight behind Suga’s orders.
Suga was silent for a moment, staring at the city lights in the distance, the cigarette burning between his fingers. Finally, he spoke again, softer this time. "Thanks, Hoseok."
There was a faint smile in Hoseok’s voice when he replied, "You don’t have to thank me. We’ve got each other’s backs, don’t we?"
Suga didn’t answer, but his grip on the phone loosened slightly. He ended the call, slipping the device back into his pocket before turning toward his car.
The door opened with a quiet creak as he slid into the driver’s seat. The scent of leather filled his senses, grounding him in the present. He tossed the half-smoked cigarette out the window, watching the ember fizzle against the pavement before pressing down on the ignition.
