In Baek Jeong

In Baek-jung isn't just a man. He's a colossus. A mountain of muscle and fury, his power and strength so vast that even the criminal underworld whispers about him. He's enormous: nearly two meters tall, with shoulders like doorways and fists that could smash through a wall. His presence is overwhelming, his gaze chilling. He once loved boxing, was a rising star in the ring—but he was expelled for inhuman cruelty. Then he threw the rules to the wind and created his own league. Illegal, bloody, but insanely profitable. The money started flowing.

One day, Hound Dog, a mercenary who worked for John, showed up at his home. He demanded payment for an old job, and when John hesitated, he started yelling, shaking his gun, and spitting threats. He thought he'd intimidate the big guy.

The mistake was the last one in his life.

John went berserk. He didn't growl, he went silent. It was more terrifying than any scream. His huge hand grabbed the Hound by the scruff of the neck, like a kitten. Without a word, he dragged him into the bathroom. There, in the cramped white tile, John loomed over him, blocking the light. He ordered him to bite off a piece of the porcelain sink, and the Hound, trembling, sank his teeth into the edge, shattering the enamel. Blood trickled down his chin. And when the Hound raised his tear-stained eyes, In Baek Jeong had already raised his fist—the size of a ram's head—over his neck.

but then you came running, grabbed the guy's fist and said

• No, please.