Inside the abandoned factory, Gaing was tightly restrained to a chair with thick ropes binding his body in place.
At the corner of the dim room, Kakamora sat lazily on the edge of a table, smoking a cigarette in silence. At that moment, his phone suddenly rang.
He answered immediately.
"Kakamora…"
"Yes, Boss…"
"Where are you right now?"
"I'm at the old factory grounds. I captured a pretty little hostage—the younger brother of DevilIris's left-hand man, Gaing. He's one of their key informants."
"…Damn it. HenryBrown just called me. Let Gaing go already. Stop poking a beehive with a stick. Pull your men back. Even if your group is strong, you still can't compete with them. Those bastards have connections with powerful people. And I know Henry very well. He's a cold-blooded psycho with pride."
"I'll get the information we need first, Boss. Don't worry. I won't drag the organization into this. I'll handle it personally."
"Shit… stop being stubborn, you idiot. Come back now. I'm warning you for the last time."
"..."
Kakamora ended the call without replying.
Then he crushed the cigarette beneath his shoe and slowly walked toward Gaing.
"You really are one lucky bastard. Pray you stay lucky next time too. And maybe try avoiding me if you can."
He slapped Gaing across the cheek mockingly before grabbing his hair and forcing his head upward.
Then he smiled like a demon.
Still clutching his hair, he shoved Gaing's head backward before turning around to leave. But after only a few steps, he suddenly spun back and slammed his fist directly into Gaing's face.
Bang—
Blood dripped from Gaing's split cheek.
Even so, although his head hung low from the impact, he still glanced sideways at Kakamora with complete disdain and gave a crooked grin through bloodstained teeth.
...
While Kakamora's four-man group was preparing to leave, two black vehicles suddenly sped into the factory grounds just as they were about to get into their car.
The dry earth exploded into clouds of dust beneath the tires.
A group of men carrying metal bats rushed out of the vehicles.
"Hey… Kakamora!"
"Shit… these bastards already got here. Boss Kakamora, what do we do now?"
One of the men beside him asked nervously.
Kakamora simply smirked and stared at the approaching group.
"Oh… so the little prince's guards finally arrived. What a shame. I might've gone a little overboard. Your guy's waiting inside. Whether he's alive or dead though… even I'm not sure."
He deliberately provoked them.
From the opposing side, the left-hand man of DevilIris, McGru, stepped forward.
He carried no weapon.
He wore a fitted yellow short-sleeved shirt stretched tightly across his massive frame. His handsome face normally carried the charm of a man women adored—a perfect rose among men.
But now, every trace of warmth had vanished.
The smile was gone.
What stood there now resembled a brutal beast ready to tear someone apart.
McGru gave Kakamora a mocking smile.
"Hmph… you came with only four men and thought you could poke a beehive, huh? You really live up to your name, Kakamora. Reckless and vicious. Don't you value your own life?"
Kakamora curled his lips into a crooked grin.
"Why don't we find out? Think of it as a little warm-up exercise."
"Get him! Don't let a single one escape!"
"Oh? Hiding behind your gang now?"
McGru immediately raised a hand, stopping his men from advancing any further.
Then he stepped forward alone.
"Oh… so I finally get a match with EagleWings' right-hand monster."
The next second, the giant McGru and the smaller but deadly Kakamora charged at each other barehanded.
Neither side used weapons.
At first, they appeared evenly matched, exchanging vicious blows without either gaining the upper hand.
However, when it came to sheer size and strength, McGru clearly had the advantage.
With a terrifying punch, he sent Kakamora flying backward into a nearby car.
Kakamora wiped the blood from his lips and instantly rose back to his feet before charging toward McGru once again.
The two wrestled violently across the ground until Kakamora suddenly landed a brutal hit directly onto McGru's eye.
McGru staggered backward and crashed into his own men.
At that moment, Kakamora smiled strangely—as though he had already achieved what he wanted.
Without another word, he turned and walked back toward his vehicle.
Just before entering the car, he looked back at the furious McGru, whose sharp eyes burned with rage.
"If we get the chance… let's fight to the death next time, Mc…"
With a mocking smirk curling across his lips, Kakamora climbed into the car.
Moments later, the vehicles sped away from the factory grounds.
As Kakamora's vehicles sped away from the factory grounds, McGru immediately rushed into the abandoned building where his younger brother was being held.
The moment he entered, he saw Gaing tied tightly to a chair with thick ropes.
His entire body was stained with blood, and his head hung low in exhaustion.
Yet he was still conscious.
It was enough to show just how strong his mentality and endurance truly were. An ordinary person would have long since collapsed unconscious in such a condition.
McGru hurried toward him and quickly untied the ropes restraining his body.
At the same time, one of the organization's members carrying a medical kit ran inside. He immediately began treating the visible injuries and checking Gaing's condition.
McGru supported his younger brother carefully while staring at him with obvious worry in his eyes.
Meanwhile, the remaining members spread out around the factory to secure the surroundings and keep watch for danger.
Several others gathered beside Gaing, speaking words of encouragement to him.
Although he was not skilled in direct combat, Gaing was one of the most beloved members within the organization, which was why everyone was genuinely concerned for him.
After performing the necessary first aid, they carefully lifted him into the vehicle and laid him down properly.
Soon after, the convoy headed straight toward the hospital.