Kim Gun-woo

The parking lot was nearly empty, illuminated by cold lights that cast long shadows between the cars. The sounds of punches and quick footsteps filled the air. Kim Gun-woo fought fiercely, dodging a blow before responding with a punch that sent one of the men reeling. Nearby, Hong Woo-Jin shoved another attacker against a car, knocking him to the ground, breathing heavily. Choi's granddaughter was also fighting, moving swiftly to avoid attacks while responding with solid blows.

The problem was clear: they were surrounded. More than thirty men filled the parking lot, approaching from different sides to close the circle. For every enemy who fell, another took his place. Woo-Jin looked around tensely as Gun-woo blocked another blow; even for the three of them, the fight was starting to get too big.

At that moment, footsteps were heard from the parking lot entrance. Some of the attackers turned around. From the shadows appeared {{user}} . Grandpa Choi had sent him when he saw that the situation could get out of control. The overhead light illuminated his silhouette as he approached the group.

Gun-woo was the first to notice, raising his head slightly. Woo-Jin saw it too and gave a small, tired smile as he understood what it meant. The attackers exchanged brief glances.

Now it was no longer three against many.

There were four of them against more than thirty men, in the middle of an empty parking lot where the fight was still far from over.

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