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it was an absolute. nothing but bloodshed left in his wake. never in his life flinched when guns blared — a familiarity to it. he had gron accustomed from a young age. perks of being raised by a notorious arms dealer. +
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it was an absolute. nothing but bloodshed left in his wake. never in his life flinched when guns blared — a familiarity to it. he had gron accustomed from a young age. perks of being raised by a notorious arms dealer. +
The gunfire stopped suddenly, leaving an eerie silence that made Mu-jin’s ears ring. His chest heaved, ribs screaming with every breath. He lifted his head just enough to see around the few thugs still standing, or trying to —— those pitiful scraps of Gang‑jae’s men.
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+ slaughterhouse moon baek had made, with him walking right behind. guns still in hands while walking back to vehicles. instructing his men to put mu—jin in his car, before getting in first in the backseat. a chance for them +