The rain falls like needles. Cold. Merciless.And so are the two men standing on the rooftop. Alone—after nearly a hundred have already died.
Park Min-Jun, alias Dolos, stands with his back straight, blood sliding off his soaked uniform. Around him lie the crumpled bodies of Cheon Syndicate's elite—twisted, lifeless, discarded like broken mannequins.
His breathing is measured. His expression unreadable. The killing field behind him doesn't seem to affect him.
Across the rooftop, Cheon Tae-Hyun watches him with a grin carved in steel.
Cheon Tae-Hyun:"Dolos, the Ghost of the Eastern Front... I always wondered if the stories were exaggerated."
(He chuckles, eyes gleaming.)
"Turns out they were understated."
Min-Jun wipes blood from the corner of his mouth—none of it his.
Park Min-Jun (flat, emotionless):"You talk too much for a dead man."
Cheon laughs.
Cheon Tae-Hyun:"Dead man? I should be the one saying that."
Park Min-Jun tries Firing at Cheon Tae-Hyun with his gun but is taken back by the lack of Ammunation.
With a sharp clatter, Tae-Hyun throws his gun to the ground.
Then—he spreads his arms wide.
Cheon Tae-Hyun:"I Always wanted to fight barehanded , I guess that dream came true."
He's welcoming him. Not with arrogance, but with the reverence one reserves for a worthy opponent. A gladiator acknowledging another in the arena.
Min-Jun rolls his shoulder, neck cracking.
Park Min-Jun (coldly amused):"You're Arrogance knows no bounds."
They move.
Min-Jun strikes first. A low kick to the knee, sharp as a razor. Tae-Hyun absorbs it like a concrete wall. Then—a blur.
Tae-Hyun swings with a simple, brutal right hook. Min-Jun blocks, but the force behind it sends a shockwave through his arm.
CRACK. The sound of bone shifting.
Min-Jun narrows his eyes. He circles, adjusting.
Park Min-Jun (Thinking):"That wasn't Kyokushin , was the intel false?. That was raw power. He's holding back... deliberately."
Tae-Hyun charges. A left jab. A spinning backfist. His stance is loose, almost sloppy—but every blow carries the weight of a truck.
Min-Jun ducks low, sweeps Tae-Hyun's leg with a Taekwondo roundhouse. Tae-Hyun stumbles but doesn't fall. He retaliates with a knee strike—straight Kyokushin Karate—aimed for Min-Jun's solar plexus.
Min-Jun deflects. Barely. He counters with an elbow to Tae-Hyun's jaw, followed by a snap kick to the ribs.
Tae-Hyun eats the hit, smiles with blood in his teeth.
Cheon Tae-Hyun (grinning):"For a Dead man you dance too well."
Then—he launches forward like a missile.
A full-body tackle slams Min-Jun into the rooftop wall. The concrete cracks behind him.
Min-Jun grits his teeth, shoves Tae-Hyun off, and retaliates with a throat jab, but Tae-Hyun steps to the side and lands a devastating uppercut to Min-Jun's ribs.
CRACK.
Min-Jun's breath seizes.
Cheon Tae-Hyun (smirking):"Ohh , Even i Felt that One!"
Min-Jun doesn't flinch. He wipes blood from his mouth.
Park Min-Jun (voice steady):"That's not Enough to take me down"
Tae-Hyun laughs.
Cheon Tae-Hyun:"Ofcourse , it would be disappointing if the Great Dolos would have fallen from that."
The fight continues. It's not clean. It's not choreographed. It's warfare.Min-Jun pulls techniques from Systema, Muay Thai, Jiu-Jitsu. He strikes with efficiency, no wasted motion.
Tae-Hyun counters with sheer brutality—simple punches, brutal knees, raw aggression. Kyokushin, when it shows, is savage and unpolished.
Another blow to the ribs.
CRACK.A rib punctures Min-Jun's lung. He staggers, blood foaming at the corner of his mouth.
Cheon Tae-Hyun:"Still standing? You Special Forces bastards never know when to die."
Min-Jun drops to a knee, sucking in short, whistling gasps. His heart feels like it's being stabbed from the inside.
Tae-Hyun walks forward, towering.
Cheon Tae-Hyun (voice low, almost respectful):"You're the first man to reach me… through all of this. You carved your way here. That deserves something."
Park Min-Jun (spitting blood ): "Praising me won't let you off the Hook"
Cheon Tae-Hyun Smirkes , He lunges Forward and Lands another Hit at the Broken Rib.
BANG!
Another rib caves in.
CRACK.This time—it punctures his heart. The world grows dim.
Min-Jun wobbles. Knees buckling.
Tae-Hyun looms above him like a reaper.
Cheon Tae-Hyun:"So this is the great Dolos. The ghost who slips through shadows… What a Disappointment!."
Cheon Tae-Hyun Turns Back and pulls out a Thick Cigar from his Suit , Starts Smoking it.
Seeing the Great Tyrant's Back faced to him , Min-Jun's hand twitches.
He reaches inside his torn combat vest—a hidden Glock. Silent. Small. One round.
Park Min-Jun (voice rasping):"Hasta La Vista"
He fires.
BANG.
Tae-Hyun's chest jerks. A perfect shot. Center mass. The impact throws him back two steps.
Blood leaks from his lips.
Cheon Tae-Hyun (grinning even as he falls):"...That's cheating... you son of a bitch."
His body hits the ground.
Park Min-Jun collapses seconds later.
The rain keeps falling.The rooftop is quiet once more.