Let us begin this saga by introducing the trash of the school. The bullies who are unaware that their reign of terror ends today. Standing before us is Jay Young Chol and the ring leader of these parasites, Park Kangwuk. These low lives are absolute scum. They spend their days tormenting the weak, extorting cash, and repeating this cycle of misery. Their prey for the day is a helpless student named Dongu. But the winds of fate are shifting. Whispers have been spreading like wildfire about a new transfer student. A monster who has been crushing every bully he encounters. He already dismantled the cafeteria thugs who tried to steal food. And as if guided by destiny, that very predator just stepped into the classroom where these bastards are beating their victim. Allow me to introduce the protagonist, Doyle. He enters with a heavy aura, scanning the room for the so-called boss of this school. He locks eyes with the goon in front of him and calmly demands to know if he holds the title of leader. But instead of answering, this fool makes the fatal mistake of running his mouth. Bad move. Doyle responds with a slap so thunderous it rattles the thug's ancestors. The impact scrambles his brain, sending him crashing to the floor in a heap. The female students are left breathless. Who is this man? A guy with this much guts, this much overwhelming presence. He is not just strong. He radiates the energy of a true king. And it certainly helps that he is incredibly handsome. The fallen goons ally leaps up, enraged that an outsider is making moves on their turf without a single shred of hesitation. He starts barking non-stop, questioning Doyle's audacity and asking if he knows who he is messing with. Doyle remains ice cold. He admits he knows nothing. After all, he only transferred to this hell hole today. Realizing words are useless, the goon throws a punch. That is his final mistake. Doyle snatches the filthy hand midair. He twists the fingers with ruthless precision, eliciting a scream of pure agony that echoes through the halls. It sounds like his soul is leaving his body. While calmly continuing to crush the guy's fingers, Doyle repeats his inquiry. Are you the boss? Unable to endure the excruciating pain, the lackey betrays his leader, pointing a trembling finger at Park Kangwuk. Of course, Kangwuk is furious that his underling threw him to the wolves. But before he can react, Doyle delivers another slap. The goon is out cold. With the path now cleared, Doyle marches straight up to Park Kangwuk and asks the same question. Are you the boss? Not surprisingly, Kangwuk chooses arrogance over survival. He runs his mouth just like his lackey did. So Doyle rewards him with a well-deserved punch right across the face. The impact sends him staggering backward. But instead of taking the hint, this unfortunate soul decides to fight back. He throws a punch of his own, and oh boy, the way Doyle weaves through that attack is poetry in motion. Now it is Doyy's turn to show his true marshall prowess. His fist connects perfectly with Kangwuk's face. The second strike lands with bone crushing force. And to finish it, he delivers a brutal kick that launches the bastard straight into the window. Kangwuk is left with his face and his pride completely shattered. The students watching are absolutely stunned into silence. Kangwuk is left battered, bruised, and humiliated. Job done. Doyle makes his exit with the same ferocious intensity he arrived with. Dongu, barely able to process the miracle he just witnessed, takes a shaky breath. He never expected salvation to look like this. Meanwhile, the girl in the back is completely captivated. Her heart is racing, dreaming of this dangerous new protector. Later, Dongu tracks down Doyle and begs him to cleanse the entire school of bullies just like he did in the classroom. But Doyle is not a hero for charity. He is a realist. He has only been in Korea for a short time and he is broke. As broke as they come. If Dongu wants to borrow his strength, it comes with a price tag. Dongu argues that this is a righteous cause that the strong must protect the weak. That is the law of nature. Well, Doyle does not buy into that hero fantasy, nor does he have time to debate philosophy. His rule is simple. No money, no work. Desperate Dongu pleads one last time. He and his friends are living in a literal hell. Not a single day goes by without a beating. The worst part, if they report it to the teachers, the system fails them and the bullying only gets worse. For Dongu, every day is like wandering in an endless abyss with no light. But seeing Doyle fight yesterday, watching him crush those bullies like insects, that was the first spark of hope he had seen in years, he begs desperately. Yet Doyle remains unmoved. He understands the pain, but he makes one thing clear. A man needs capital to survive. Besides, he has his own heavy burdens to carry. Hearing Doyle talk about money triggers something in Dongu. He remembers every bully who beat him to a pulp just to extort cash. The trauma explodes into frustration. He screams fed up with people using him for money. Seeing the boy break down, Doyle realizes he has no choice but to explain his situation. You see, Doyle's lineage is cursed. His father is the head of the world's top assassin organization known as Blackhead. However, the shadows of the past still haunted him, stemming from a father who was nothing short of a tyrant walking a path of absolute misogyny and drowning his mother in endless tears. Left with no other option, he and his younger sibling fled to Korea, escaping with their mother without seeking the tyrants approval. This rebellion ignited a blaze of fury in their father who exacted a cruel revenge by freezing every single asset tied to their names instantly stripping them of their wealth. While Doyle had envisioned a life of luxury in the tallest skyscraper in Korea, those dreams crumbled into dust, leaving him penniless. Facing this harsh reality, he marches forward because fate has led him to an interview at Burger King and he refuses to let this lifeline slip through his fingers. Yet, as he declares his resolve, that social media queen, who has completely fallen for Doyle's cold charisma, listens intently from the shadows. Dongu, meanwhile, hesitates, wondering if he should trust this narrative, but his instincts tell him that this man possesses a gravity far too heavy for simple lies. Seizing the moment, Dongu proposes a bounty, 50,0001, for every enemy he dismantles. That meager offer is enough to freeze Doyle. In his tracks, Dongu panics, fearing he offered too little debating if he should raise the stakes, but defying all. Logic Doyle accepts the mercenary contract without a heartbeat of hesitation. All the while, the Tik Tok goddess stares at Doyle, utterly bewitched. The scene shifts to the dark underbelly of the school where a group of delinquents lounges under a gazebo. Word has spread that Park Kangwuk was crushed by a mysterious transfer student. The heavy set leader sits in disbelief that a lone wolf could decimate Kangwuk and his two lackeyis with such ease. This massive figure is Park Yuong, the captain of the judo club. Until now, Park Kangwuk was their loyal hound, extorting cash from the weak to feed this glutton's greed. But now the captain trembles with fear, realizing his endless supply of pizza and tribute has been severed at the source. Beside him sits another heavyweight sharing his anxiety, Park Judong, the vice captain of the judo club. Together, they scheme to crush the transfer student who dared to disrupt their ecosystem. However, it seems fate has saved them the trouble of hunting as Doyle walks straight into the lion's den, ready to face these villains in a one versus all showdown. We also see Dongu concealing his identity behind a comical horse mask. Before the violence erupts, Dongu briefs Doyle on the threat level of these opponents. Kangwuk was merely a pawn, but these two are the true kings of the school's underworld. They are recognized as the supreme bosses of Simon High School. The judo twins Park Jwang and Park Judong aim to become national athletes keeping their academic records spotless while using Kangwuk to do their dirty work in the shadows. Kangwuk was the collector who gathered the spoils through bullying. And if he failed to meet the quota, they would unleash their martial arts fury upon predator him. But naturally, such intricate hierarchies mean nothing to a predator like Doyle. The only information he requires is confirmation that these are the targets he must eliminate. We also notice the enamored girl who has fallen into the depths of love is lingering near the judo twins. Her mind completely consumed by thoughts of him. She obsessively rewatches the footage she captured of his previous battle. Her name is Solomina and her fixation is undeniable as she stares into her screen, ignoring reality. Judong notices her intensity and demands to know what has captured her attention, insisting on seeing the screen as well, but the lady coldly shuts him down. At that exact second, Doyle crashes in like a human cannonball, delivering a devastating knee strike directly to Jang's face. The kinetic impact is catastrophic, and the giant is instantly rendered unconscious with a single critical hit. The second heavyweight rushes Doyle in a panic, but our protagonist remains as still as a mountain, his expression devoid of fear. His absolute composure unnerves the attacker for a split second, making him wonder if Doyle has an army backing him. But before the jest, Thug can even process the situation, he is rocked by a thunderous punch that explodes his nose like a ripe tomato. But the punishment is far from over. Doyle unleashes a leg sweep with lightning velocity, aiming directly for the most vulnerable point. That ungodly strike is so overwhelming, it threatens to end the man's entire bloodline in an instant. The the shockwave of pain is so severe that the thug's soul seems to momentarily ascend to the afterlife. Unable to comprehend the agony with a final decisive blow to the skull, Doyle cementss his victory. Mina witnessing this display of absolute dominance is practically shaking with excitement. Watching this sigma male dismantle the hierarchy, struggling to contain her desire to be noticed by him. With the two bosses defeated, Doyle secures 50,0001 for each head. The next day, not only has Doyle stacked his bank account, but his overwhelming aura has crowned him the strongest man alive at Simon High School. Flyers detailing the legendary exploits of our anti-hero are spreading like wildfire, serving as a grim warning to every bully on campus. Anyone foolish enough to challenge the new king of fighters will face inevitable destruction. Doyle is now paraded by Dongu and his crew like royalty, expanding their territory and drawing every eye in the school. Doyle has no complaints about Dongu's schemes as long as the cash keeps flowing into his pocket. For in the end, Doyle only desires one thing. He tallies the spoils of war, grinning as he counts the cash earned from crushing those bastards. But wait, the reward doesn't match the bloodshed. He took down four targets, including those massive judo pigs and their lackey. Do the small fry not count towards his paycheck? Dongu hastily clarifies the terms of their contract. The hit was only ordered on the judo twins Juong and Judong. But Doyle isn't hearing any of this nonsense. He demands an extra 100,0001 tax. To a rich heir like Dongu that's barely pocket lint. Dongu freezes a shadow crossing his face. Wait, how did this delinquent know about his wealthy lineage? Did Doyle only get close to him to exploit his family's fortune? The heavy suspicion hangs in the air. A glimpse into the past reveals the truth. It was Dongu's own friends who ran their mouths about his gold spoon status. Doyle scoffs at the question. The whole school knows he's loaded. Plus, wasn't it Dongu who begged for his help first? With logic on his side, Doyle extends a hand. Pay up the 100,0001 debt that's separate from the parade fee. Cornered and out of options, Dongu flashes a defeated okay sign. Meanwhile, the scene shifts to Mina, lost in a trance. She stares at the brochure, mesmerized by our boy's heavenly visuals. Even her friend admits his looks are god tier. The entire female population is drooling over his picture. But seeing this, Mina's expression darkens instantly. A dark aura explodes around her. How dare these pests ogle her future husband. Her blood boils with toxic jealousy. She snatches the photo with lightning speed. "Gaze upon my man again, and you choose death," she hisses. Like a demon collecting souls, Mina confiscates every single brochure from the trembling girls in the classroom. With her shrine complete, a notification pops up. Jang Hyun Wu is summoning her to a meeting under the bridge. Beneath the shadows, we meet the blonde tyrant of Chael High School, Jang Hyun Wu. This is Doyle's next raid boss. They call him the undisputed king of Southern Seoul. He's a subordinate of PG Chel and an executive of the feared 12 Nations Alliance. His power level is legitimate. Doyle demands intel on this 12 Nations, but Dongu cuts him off. That lore dump is for another time. Right now, the threat standing before them is Jang Hyun Wu. This is an opponent they cannot afford to underestimate. This monster didn't just win an amateur boxing tournament. He dominated it three times in a row. His instincts are inhuman. Even the judo twins attacking together were crushed like insects before him. But his fighting prowess isn't the true nightmare. It's the darkness within Jang Hyun Wu<unk>s soul. He is a sadist by nature. Once he locks onto a target, he doesn't just win, he breaks them completely. He pushes his victims to the brink of insanity. The cruelty he inflicts is the stuff of urban legends. People would beg for death rather than suffer the humiliation he dishes out. If he snaps, it's game over. Terrified, Dongu decides to play the support role from a very safe distance. If it gets bad, he's calling the cops. But before the coward can finish his plan, Doyle has already vanished. He's charging straight into the lion's den. The scene shifts to the tyrant himself. Mina stands there surrounded by the broken bodies of her so-called friends. Hun Wu crushed them just because she was late. Yet, Mina looks at the carnage with zero empathy. Those poor guys got destroyed for nothing. They spit curses at the cold-hearted witch as they wythe in pain. Ignoring the violence, Hun Wu gets to the point. He demands a date with her right here, right now. He promises her paradise, but his romantic speech is cut short. A glass projectile screams through the air. Hyun Wu<unk>s instincts kick in and he ducks. Doyle clicks his tongue. He missed the critical hit. A sigh of disappointment escapes him. Now he has to beat this trash the hard way. What a drag. Seeing her crush, Mina's face flushes red. Meanwhile, Hyun Wu explodes with rage, demanding the intruder's name. Mina's delusional mind spins a new narrative. "He came to rescue me," she thinks, her heart racing wildly. "Even Doyle senses the weird vibes. This crazy woman appears everywhere. Coincidence? No way. She must be tracking his every move." That intense creepy stare she gives him confirms his suspicions. Fed up, he grabs her face with an iron grip. He delivers a cold ultimatum to the stalker. He doesn't know her game, but if she tries any tricks, he'll end her existence right here and now. But this twisted girl doesn't fear death. Being strangled by her beloved, it's like a dream come true. She practically begs him to do it. And let's not forget Hun Wu watching another man touch his target with fury in his eyes. Burning with indignation, he launches a lethal strike at Doyle. His speed is blinding. A desperate charge fueled by pure wrath. He unleashes his ultimate technique, moving so fast, he becomes a blur. Even Dongu watching from the sidelines can barely track the movement. But Hyun Wu's unstoppable momentum is shattered instantly by a glob of spit, a vile distraction meant to break his focus. He barely shields his eyes from the insult, but he walks right into the trap. Doyle's leg whips out like a viper, delivering a precision strike. The kick connects squarely with his solar plexus. The brutal impact forces every ounce of air from his lungs, leaving Hyun Wu gasping in a haze. Doyle gives him no respit. Seizing a nearby stool, he prepares to crush his opponent's skull with ruthless efficiency. The tyrant has zero time to react to the oncoming destruction. First, the psychological warfare and now a heavy weapon materialized from thin air. But wait, the stool was merely a faint, a brilliant tactical deception to lower the enemy's guard. From behind cover, Doyle launches a devastating uppercut. It is a strike that shatters both jaw and pride. Hyun Wu is losing control of reality. Consumed by blind fury, the bully throws a desperate lightning fast haymaker, but it cuts only empty air as Doyle leans back with phantom-like grace. He dodges with the minimal movement of a martial arts master. The punch was sharp, its wind pressure strong enough to sever strands of Doyle's hair. Yet Doyle remains an unmovable mountain. Without a heartbeat of hesitation, he clenches his fist, channeling all his power into a counter strike. He drives his fist deep into Hun Wu<unk>s abdomen. The force is cataclysmic, and the bully feels the terrifying sensation of his ribs fracturing, but Doyle whispers a cold assurance. The bones remain intact for now. The true devastation arrives as he slams the heavy stool directly into the injured side. This time there is no mercy. Bone snaps like dry twigs and breath is permanently trapped in his throat. The tyrant who once ruled this domain is reduced to nothing more than a broken toy. His subordinates stand paralyzed in terror. Their brains unable to process the shifting hierarchy. They cannot comprehend the god-like violence they just witnessed. Even the victim is struck dumb with awe. Meanwhile, Hyun Wu writhes on the floor, fighting for every ragged breath. Now that Doyle has engraved fear into the bastard's soul, only the final judgment remains. But in the heat of victory, his mind goes blank. Dongu had prepared a script, a righteous warning for the wicked to leave the innocent alone. But the words vanish into the ether. Since the heroic speech is lost. Doyle chooses a different path. He improvises something far more sinister, a decree dripping with malice. Doyle makes his ultimatum absolute. If this trash ever dares to raise his head again, or if he fails to live his life in silent repentance, Doyle swears by the heavens, he will annihilate everything the fool holds dear. He will tear his world apart piece by bloody peace and extinguish every light in his life. Dongu trembles at the demonic aura of the threat. But Mina, she is spiraling into absolute lunacy. Her heart pounds like a war drum, hormones flooding her brain. She doesn't see a monster. She sees a king. Her only desire is to possess him completely. The scene shifts to the next day. In a private gym, darkness gathers. A new faction of predators is training using a living victim as a punching bag. Suddenly, a scout bursts in with catastrophic news. Their subordinate, Hun Wu, has been decimated by an unknown entity from Simon High School. The atmosphere in the gym turns freezing cold. Simon High. That place is the trash heap of the district. It is inconceivable that such bottom feeders would dare to bear their fangs. A rebellion against the natural order. Sitting at top this chaos is Imm Jong Bomb of Elong Hai, the fourth ranked powerhouse. By the next sunrise, Jung Bomb assembles his legion. He is ready to re destruction upon the fools who dared touch his property. But he pauses. The ranks are pathetically thin. With a dangerous glare, he demands answers. Kangwuk steps forward, trembling. He reports that several fighters were neutralized in the cafeteria over a mere dispute about food. Jong Bomb scoffs at the absurdity. He cares not for small fries. "Where are the judo twins?" he barks. Kang Wuk swallows hard. Their manhoods were obliterated. Both lie broken in the emergency room. Jong Bomb's patience snaps. Rage erupts like a volcano, and he drives a punishing fist into Kang Wuk's stomach. To the fourthranked king, this report sounds like utter delusion. He refuses to believe such incompetence is possible. He has no time for comedy, but the subordinate gasping for air swears on his life. It is the absolute truth. Jong Bomb has been out of the loop too long. The lackis insistence only pours oil on the fire of his wrath. As he raises his hand for a second execution, Kang Wuk screams out the pivotal detail. It was the transfer student. One man responsible for the carnage. Every defeat, every broken bone leads back to a single anomaly in the system. Instantly, the fury in Jong Bomb's eyes cools, replaced by a predatory gleam. His curiosity is ignited. Who is this new challenger? He must meet this chaosbrer. Meanwhile, in the shadows, Mina indulges in her dark devotion, replaying a stolen video of Doyle. Even in the recording, his sharp instincts catch her the screen going black as he blocks the lens. We cut to the classroom. The teacher scans the room, hunting for sacrifices to join the film club. The moment the words leave his lips. Chaos erupts. Students throw their hands up in a desperate frenzy. The teacher beams, mistaking their panic for passion. The film club was surging in popularity, much to everyone's delight. However, for Mina, this was nothing short of a nightmare. She could not believe her eyes. Why were these antisocial bookworms suddenly invading her territory? In her mind, the script was already written. She envisioned herself as the main heroine, walking the flowery path alongside her destined prince. This club was the top tier, and she refused to let any extra steal her spotlight. Meanwhile, across the courtyard, Doyle felt a gaze burning into his back. He too was thinking about Mina, but his thoughts were far from romantic. Why was this girl stalking him like a shadow? He needed to uncover her true objective. Dongu, his intel broker, only knew one thing. She hailed from Shinlam Dong. Since she was a ghost from his past, a dark suspicion took root in Doyy's mind. Was she an assassin? A spy sent by his tyrant father to drag him back. Dongu quickly shifted the topic, asking which territory Doyle planned to claim. Doyle's answer left him speechless. The anime club. To Dongu, this was utter madness. That place was a sacred sanctuary for Otakus and Doyle. He was an alpha predator, the furthest thing from a comic-loving nerd who sits in his room. Suddenly, a dark aura descended upon them. Jong Bomb had arrived, accompanied by his loyal dog. Spotting our protagonist, Kang Wuk, confirmed the targets identity. That was the monster. The transfer student who crushed the judo twins like insects. Jong Bomb grew irritated by his lackey vulgar language. It sounded pathetic. Ignoring the noise, Jong Bomb locked his predators gaze onto Doyle. He stepped forward his pack following close behind. Dongu was still babbling about anime culture. But Doyle's instinct screamed. He spotted the goons and reacted instantly. Without hesitation, he exploded into a sprint. He charged toward them with the feral speed of a cheetah. Kang Wuk trembled in fear. Seeing that demon rushing straight at them paralyzed him. He knew Doyle was crazy, but this this was a suicide charge. Seeing the lamb offer itself for slaughter, Jong Bomb took his stance. He prepared to crush this fool. He swung with full force, but he struck only air. Doyle dodged with the fluid grace of a phantom. It was a movement that defied logic, slick as a ninja. He zipped past the confused bully entirely. Jong Bomb stood there frozen in bewilderment. Why did he just run past them? The answer lay behind them. Doyle crashed into Mina like a lightning bolt. The sudden ambush sent her into a panic. Brochures rained down like confetti as he pinned her to the cold ground. He loomed over her, trapping her completely. To the delusional girl, this was a heartpounding scene from a romance drama. But for Doyle, this was strictly business. His eyes were cold as ice. He demanded answers. Why was she stalking him? Why the constant surveillance photos? Was she an agent of his father? But logic could not penetrate Mina's love struck brain. She completely misread the atmosphere. She was convinced he was about to propose a meeting with his parents. However, the threat behind them had not vanished. Jong Bomb was trembling with humiliation. Ignored, disrespected, roaring with rage, he charged at Doyle's unprotected back. He aimed to crush Doyle's skull. But our protagonist possessed eyes in the back of his head. In a split second, he parried the kick. He pushed the leg away without even looking up. Now Jong Bomb had finally caught the beast's attention, and the air turned heavy. The thug threw a punch, but Doyle weaved under it effortlessly. Jong Bomb refused to accept defeat. He unleashed a storm of blows, but it was useless. Not a single strike could touch him. Doyle decided it was time to end this farce. He prepared a counter-strike that would shatter bone, but fate intervened. A commanding voice thundered through the courtyard. It was Wong Duall, the student head of Simon Hai. He ordered them to cease hostilities immediately. The fight was paused. Jong Bomb scoffed at the old school authority figure. He lit a cigarette in pure defiance, but he left Doyle with a chilling promise. Just wait until tomorrow. With that final threat, the pack turned to leave. They thought the battle was over, but Doyle played by different rules. He did the unthinkable. He smashed a heavy blow into the back of Jong Bomb's head. Right in front of the student head, the cheap shot was devastating, knocking the bully out cold instantly. Silence fell over the yard. Kang Wuk began sweating bullets. Doyle had just signed his own death warrant. He had humiliated Jung Bomb. Even Dongu, who hired Doyle, stood with his jaw on the floor. Doyle hadn't just beaten a mid boss. He had kicked the hornet's nest. The scene shifts to a darkness deeper than the schoolyard. In a shady apartment, screams echoed. A tattooed demon was at work. He was torturing a victim for mere amusement. Suddenly, a phone call interrupted his sadistic playtime. It was bad news. Jong Bomb had been crushed. This terrifying figure was Imm Jong Chan from Ily Yong Hai, and the hierarchy was shifting. We are introduced to the legends of the underworld, the 12 nations, 12 of the most feared delinquents to ever walk the earth. Their brutality was known across the country. But to Doyle, they were just trash waiting to be taken out. He did not care for titles. He couldn't understand the fear they commanded. Right now, he faced a much graver threat than some gangster wannabes. The wrath of the student head thanks to Wong Dual Doyle was sentenced to hell on earth cleaning bathrooms for a week. The supervising teacher smirked in the shadows. Finally, this arrogant transfer student was learning his place in the food chain. Dongu is sweating bullets while frantically trying to warn his protector. He insists that the 12 nations are not an enemy to be taken lightly. By laying a hand on Yong Bam, Doyle has kicked a deadly hornet's nest. And now the ruthless legions of Ilong Hai will be hunting him down. The Ilong faction is merciless. They never sit idly by when the blood of their own kind has been spilled on the pavement. But Doyle remains unimpressed. As far as this fighter is concerned, no one is truly ruthless unless they have severed a limb or crushed a bone beyond repair. Besides, he reasons. Those thugs were the ones who sought him out and started the war. Still, he lays part of the blame on Dongu for dragging him into this wretched mess in the first place. After all, it was Dongu's desire to see these bullies crushed that started the chaos. Now, this entire situation is beginning to get under Doyle's skin like a bad itch. He is sick of this high school nonsense. So fed up, in fact, that he makes a sudden choice to quit the mercenary life altogether. He would rather flip burgers at a part-time job for honest cash than deal with this endless petty cycle of meaningless violence. Dongu is devastated by this sudden resignation. He frantically reminds Doyle that his fee is far higher than any minimum wage job could offer. He even mentions the severance pay as a desperate cherry on top. But Doyle is stone cold unmoved. He tells Dongu to get lost. Left without a shield, Dongu eventually retreats in defeat. As he walks down the lonely road, the ghosts of his past return. He recalls the time he was slapped by one of the school bullies. Back then, Dongu had simply glared back with borrowed courage. And when that bully realized Dongu was under the protection of the self, the monstrous Doyle, he broke out in a cold sweat and begged for mercy. But now, Dongu feels a chill in his heart. His short-lived days of paradise have come to a shattering end. He is forced to return to the living hell he has endured for years. He remembers those brief shining moments of joy. The freedom to hang out with friends and do as he pleased. A world where no one was there to crush his spirit, extort his wallet, or beat him for sport. But fate is cruel, and it seems he has no choice but to embrace that nightmare once again. Suddenly, a shadow falls over him. A mysterious figure wraps an arm around his shoulder as if they are old drinking buddies. Dongu freezes, having no idea who the stranger is, but the predator clearly knows his prey. He identifies Dongu as the rumored associate of the legendary Doyle. In that instant, Dongu knows his luck has officially run out. Moments later, that same thug drags a terrified Dongu to meet Jung Bomb, who immediately begins a ruthless interrogation regarding Doyle's location. Of course, Dongu stammers that he knows absolutely nothing, but his silence only fuels Jung Bam's blazing rage. Without a second thought, the bully delivers a devastating kick straight to Dongu's face. The impact is brutal, bursting his nose and sending his glasses flying across the asphalt. Jong Bam demands only one thing. Make the call and summon that bastard Doyle here immediately. Trembling in fear, Dongu dials a number with shaking fingers. But instead of calling Doyle, he desperately dials the police helpline. The thug in the red jacket spots the screen and fried it on of times. Immediately threatens to end poor Dongu's life right there. Realizing his trick has failed, the gang resumes the beatdown. They pummel him mercilessly until he has no choice but to curl up and endure the pain like an obedient broken dog. Meanwhile, the scene shifts to Doyle, who is casually sitting for a job interview at Burger Kim. Completely unaware that his former employer is currently receiving the beating of a lifetime. The interviewer asks Doyle about his hobbies or any special talents while Doyle admits he does not have any experience in the service industry. He states plainly that he is an expert in close combat and throwing daggers. However, the Lav see with everyone. Interviewer mishes the lethal terminology bluntly and asks why on earth he would throw swagger. Doyle bluntly clarifies that he meant throwing lethal blades. Hearing this correction, the interviewer freezes, convinced that Doyle is a total psychopath despite his normal first appearance. Nevertheless, the manager awkwardly acknowledges that Doyle's skill is unique. But unfortunately, a burger joint has zero need for a deadly assassin. He expresses serious doubt about whether a weapon specialist would be a good fit for customer service. Just then, two muscular thugs barge into the restaurant. One of them is clutching his stomach and groaning theatrically. He loudly claims that a burger from this shop poisoned him. Even flashes a photo of a random burger as evidence. The picture clearly shows a cockroach nestled inside the meat. Undeniable proof of toxic hygiene. Hearing this commotion, other customers who had been peacefully enjoying their meals, begin to panic and check their food. But it turns out the cockroach was nothing more than a harmless black olive. The shop owner tries to deescalate the situation, bowing his head to avoid any unnecessary conflict with these gangsters. However, the thug refuses to listen, ranting about how this trash food destroyed his. At that moment, Doyle casually walks past the scene, discreetly bumping his shoulder into the ranting man. The furious thug shoots him a gaze filled with murderous intent, but Doyle remains completely unbothered by the insect's glare. Meanwhile, we cut back to the torture of Dongu. The gang checks his phone and realizes the pathetic truth. Dongu does not even have Doyle's contact number, proof that they are not friends, but mere strangers. Jong Bam is frustrated by this dead end. He can't help but feel a spike of annoyance. He had been camping outside the school gate this entire time. Yet somehow, the target slipped right through his fingers. Now his patience is wearing thin. With one final devastating kick, Bee turns his gaze back to Dongu. He struts away with his crew, leaving chaos in his wake. Now, let us shift our focus. We move to the predators of Il Gong Hai. The leader, Imm Jong Chan, stands tall, radiating menace. Beside him is his right-hand man, Choi Hio Chong. They discuss the two subordinates sent to fetch tribute from Burger Kim. But strangely, those lackeyis have yet to return. Impatient, they decide to investigate. As they approach the burger, joint fate plays a cruel trick on them. Doyle walks right past them. since they do not know his face yet. The tiger walks among sheep unnoticed. But once they step inside the restaurant, they find a massacre. Their Aaron boys are sprawled across the floor, beaten into a bloody pulp. They look like broken toys. Naturally, Jung Chan's expression darkens. He scans the room with hawk-like precision. He hunts for the monster capable of this, but the culprit has vanished. That is when a memory strikes Jong Chan like a lightning bolt. He recalls the stranger he just passed outside. The one with fresh blood stains on his shoulder. Without a second thought, he barks in order. Catch that punk in the Simon High uniform to ensure they understand the gravity of the situation. He bellows at the top of his lungs, shaking the very walls. Meanwhile, Doyle strolls down the street, cool as ice. He laments his empty pockets. He has burned through his monthly allowance and a part-time job will not pay out until next month. He needs cash and he needs it now. When he thinks of an instant ATM, only one name comes to mind, Dongu. And as if summoned by Destiny, the boy is standing right there. It seems Dongu was heading to the scene of the crime. He was rushing to Burger Kim to check on Doyle. Relief washes over him upon seeing his protector safe and sound. But before Doyle can ask about Dongu's bruises, the hyenas arrive on the scene. The heavyweight introduces himself as Cho Hio Chang of Il Gong Hai. He demands Doyle's attention, yelling trash through that foul mouth of his. He orders our protagonist to submit, but Doyle He ignores the threat and turns to Dongu. Is the 50,0001 offer still valid? Perhead, Dongu cracks a smile though, he clarifies one thing. No advanced payments. Meanwhile, the big guy loses his patience. Enraged at being ignored, he charges. He lunges at our boy only to get slam dunked into the concrete. The impact is earthshattering, but Doyle is not done. He rains down punches, destroying the bully's face with surgical precision. The other thugs watch in horror. A chill runs down their spines while our main character remains as cool as a cucumber. For this display of dominance, he demands a performance bonus. Later, after disposing of the trash, the two sit down for a meal. Over a bowl of noodles, Doyle presses for his extra cash. Then he makes a bold proposition. Give me 5 million one. I will annihilate Ilgong Hai in one week. Hearing this, Dongu bursts into laughter. It is the funniest joke he has ever heard. But seriously, why does Doyle need such a fortune? Doyle tells the tale of his father freezing his bank accounts. Just like before, it sounds like fiction. Dongu struggles to believe him. Anyway, Doyle has a question of his own. Why do you live such a miserable life? Dongu comes from wealth and has everything. Why do you let them treat you like a punching bag? Doyle knows Dongu<unk>s family influence is no joke. You could just transfer to a private school. Furthermore, why aren't his parents intervening? Don't they care that their son is being destroyed? Dongu size. They are both out of the country right now. Eventually, Doyle packs up the leftovers and heads out. But as he walks away, he bumps into that absolute lunatic, Mina. Meanwhile, back at the burger joint, Jong Chan stares at the carnage. Seeing his lackey destroyed, rage consumes him. He immediately dials Kangwuk<unk>s number. Kangwuk is on the toilet when the phone rings, nearly scaring the soul out of his body. Now, let us explain the hierarchy. We must speak of the three worst delinquent schools in Seoul. Ilgong Hai controls the southwest region. Some attend due to poverty, but most they are juvenile delinquents with criminal records. They are psychopaths rejected by society. This is why Ilgong is called the worst of the worst. It is a lawless wasteland. Students smoke openly in the hallways. In fact, the school even has a designated smoking zone, a place for the wicked to gather. And the teachers, they are utterly powerless. They are puppets under student control, accepting bribes and ignoring the crimes committed right under their noses. Rumor has it even the principal is a former gangster. However, the true nightmare of Ilgong Hai is a man named Pio Gitchel, a member of the 12 Nations. For years, the school was divided. The school was once fractured into waring clans, but Gol united them all under a single banner of absolute fear. From petty theft and insurance scams to ruthless extortion and even murder, his empire knows no bounds. We witness the calm before the storm outside Ilong High. For Doyle is about to turn this school into a war zone. He stands ready with a rifle in hand while Dongu brings the comic relief sporting his ridiculous LGTV donkey mask. But Dongu is trembling, terrified by the heavy weaponry. Doyle calmly assures him, "Relax. It is only loaded with rubber bullets." In Doyy's twisted philosophy, human bodies are valuable resources. Preserving them for future use is simply efficient management. As they march toward destiny, Dongu pleads for a retreat, knowing the horrors that await inside these walls. Il Yong Hai is a lawless wasteland where police calls are treated as practical jokes ignored by the outside world. Yet, this isolation brings a twisted smile to Doyle's face. A lawless zone is the perfect playground for his brand of justice. Their path is blocked by two delinquents. Doyle demands Giel's location, but the thugs choose violence over answers. A fatal mistake. The thugs posture aggressively, unaware they are standing before a predator who has zero patience for trash. Talk is cheap. Without blinking, Doyle raises the rifle and plants a rubber bullet directly into the first guy's face. His partner roars in anger and rushes forward, but Doyle flows like water, effortlessly, dodging the clumsy strike. A precise kick sends the thug reeling, followed by a bullet to the foot and a savage pistol whip to the shoulder. The sound of a collarbone shattering echoes through the air as the thug collapses, reduced to a whimpering mess on the asphalt. Doyle looms over him like a grim reaper, his voice ice cold as he demands they summon Jang Jaile immediately. The scene shifts to Young Bum, still rubbing his sore neck from his previous encounter with Doyle's brutality. He is busy with his daily routine of shaking down weak students when his red jacket subordinate bursts in, gasping for air. The intruder from Simon Hai is here. The news hits Young Bum like a spark, igniting his fighting spirit instantly. Meanwhile, in another corner of this hellhole, Kangwuk is bruised and battered, enduring a vicious interrogation. Jong Chan is ready to deliver another beating when a call interrupts him. Reports of an armed gunman roaming their turf. Jong Chan's temper explodes like a volcano, screaming for details about this mysterious spy invading his territory. Kang Wuk trembles in despair upon caught in a game he doesn't understand, wondering why fate is so cruel today. Back on the front lines, Doyle is a force of nature, mowing down every piece of trash that dares to obstruct his path. They corner two female students, demanding to know if one of them is the infamous Gol. The girls look confused. Giel is a man, obviously. Doyle freezes, realizing his intelligence was flawed from the start. He glares at Dongu, furious that his partner failed to mention such a crucial detail about their targets gender. Suddenly, a heavy presence arrives. It is Young Bum impressed that Doyle had the guts to walk straight into the tiger's den. The lower ranking thugs flinch in terror as Doyle's finger tightens on the trigger, the fear of the gun paralyzing them. But luck is on their side. The chamber clicks empty. Doyle is out of ammo, leaving him exposed in the heart of enemy territory. Feeling mocked by the empty threat, Young Bum roars and charges, unleashing a furious swing meant to take Doyle's head off. He spots Doyle reaching into his coat and braces for another weapon. But it is a classic misdirection. It was a faint Doyle slams a devastating knee into Young Bum's solar plexus, folding him like a lawn chair. High above in the faculty building, teachers look down at the courtyard, witnessing the sea of broken bodies piling up. A rookie teacher, trembling with moral outrage, suggests calling the police, but the veteran beside her shakes his head. This is Ilong Hai, he sigh. The police abandoned this place long ago. Calling them is a waste of breath. The principal's orders are absolute staff are to remain blind bystanders for interfering only invites the students wrath. Yet even the veteran admits a chill running down his spine. The scale of today's violence is unlike anything seen before. Not since the legendary rise of Giel has blood flowed this freely on the school grounds. To make matters worse, the cameras are dead and phone lines are jammed. They are trapped in a blackout of total chaos. Deep within the school's gym, a monster is training. A hulking beast benches 200 kilos as if it were cardboard. He downs a protein shake like water, finally acknowledging the terrified lackeyis trembling before his massive frame. The message is delivered. Emergency summons for all executives. A spy has breached our defenses. This mountain of muscle is Park Jingu, a titan whose very presence commands absolute obedience. We glimpse into Young Bum's past, revealing he wasn't always a thug. He was once a prodigy celebrated by every coach in the nation. Among the crew, he was the apex predator, dismantling six opponents simultaneously. One could say the boy was cursed with heaven-deying talent and marshall prowess that left the masses in awe. He was the very definition of a prodigy. Jong Bum grew up to become a nightmare during his middle school years. Any fool arrogant enough to claim equality with him felt the crushing weight of absolute defeat as he humiliated the living hell out of them. Jong Bum possessed a massive superiority complex, treating those beneath him like insects. It was as if he lived in a kingdom where only the strong could dictate the fate of the weak. And he took sadistic pleasure in tormenting those who dared not meet his gaze. Jong Bums existence had been a golden path right until he encountered a true monster. Doyle operating on a different dimension easily wo through his punches, mocking the fighter with god-like speed. Jong Boom had never felt such fury. Consumed by blinding rage, he lunges forward for another strike, mind racing as he questions why his fists are betraying him now. In response, his opponent delivers a reality check in the most shameful way imaginable. Doyle smacks his face with a dirty broom, casually exposing the gap in their reach and skill. Scrambling back to his feet, the arrogant tyrant wipes the blood from his lip, his mind rejecting the nightmare unfolding before his eyes. Frustrated beyond reason, he attempts yet another strike from the blind spot. a sharp hook, but his opponent ducks with surgical precision, returning a catastrophic uppercut that knocks the soul right out of the bald bastard. Doyle sends him crashing into the realm of unconsciousness. Jung Boom's sandal goes flying as he stumbles over his own feet, adding slapstick to the tragedy. Doyle rushes in with a lightning fast kick. Luckily, Jung Bum manages to evade, but his mind cannot comprehend how this monstrous opponent moves like a phantom. This guy, a seeming nobody that no one had ever heard of, was casually beating the everliving spirit out of him. Doyle mercilessly unleashed a full swing soccer kick just moments ago, instilling a deep primal fear in Jong Boom's marrow. The reason is simple. If that kick had connected with his jaw, it would have been an instant death sentence. Doyle praises his opponent's evasion, confirming that he had fully intended to [ __ ] Jong Bum for life. Reminding the bald head of his own philosophy, Doyle emphasizes that no amount of begging will save him from the karma he has earned. Watching this brutality, Dongu is left speechless. Doyle considers showing mercy. But what purpose would that serve? This psychopath is currently in the mood to shatter a leg as a parting gift. Hearing those cold words, Jung Bum is forced to relive his past, how he used to mercilessly trample on the weak. In a poetic twist of fate, the tables have turned and he is now the victim of his own cruel logic. Enraged, he tries to whirl a desperate haymaker to strike down Doyle, an attack that is meticulously evaded. Doyle sidesteps another strike while the bloodlusted Jong Bum continues to flail. Our protagonist isn't worried. This is simply child's play for him as he casually throws not just one but a fleet of strikes into his target. Jong Bum is utterly dismantled with a final definitive strike from Doyle's wrathful lunge. The sight of his leader's humiliation leaves the lackey at a total loss. They stand frozen watching Jong Boom getting toyed with gargling on his own blood and pathetic words. Crumpled on the ground, he stares up at Doyle, who looks down on him with the eyes of a conqueror. He informs Jong Bum that this high school is nothing special. Powerless to act on his own, the bald head turns to his minions roaring at them for standing like statues. Jong Bum screams, orders commanding them to swarm Doyle. But how could they move? Not after witnessing one of the most brutal takedowns in history with their own eyes. Sometime later, the senior Jong Chan walks through the school hall with an aura of annoyance. The dean of the school attempts to intervene, stopping them from walking in as if they own the damn place. But these gangsters don't give a singular damn about him, merely turning away from his direction, deeming him unworthy of their gaze. The dean calls them out for the disrespect, going as far as to shout insults at the invading delinquents. Jong Chan was already agitated and he is done playing games. He approaches the old man sliding his hand into his pocket as if reaching for a lighter. In a sudden blur of motion, this man proceeds to stab the dean with the full force of a hidden weapon. The students freeze in absolute terror. Jong Chan coldly reminds the dean that he won't get his way just because he holds a teacher's title. Now humbled and no longer in the mood to challenge the hierarchy, the dean collapses blood trickling down his body. Jong Chan spits on the man before turning his attention back to the clowns who ignored his call. He hands the bloody weapon to one of his subordinates, ordering him to take the fall for stabbing the dean. He is so ruthless that he is ready to sacrifice one of his own brothers for his personal convenience. Jong Chan orders the guy to collect every phone and head to the police station to turn himself in. This will lead to nearly 3 years of imprisonment, but Jung Chan doesn't care because he won't be the one in a cell. The true tyrant turns his back on the chaos, leaving a mere pawn to clean up the mess. The perspective shifts to Doyle, who stands over the broken body of Jung Bomb. Despite his shattered limbs, the bald delinquent cackles like a madman in the face of agony. He mocks Doyle, warning him that he has awakened a dragon he cannot hope to slay. The surrounding lackey tremble, whispering that Doyle's death sentence has effectively been signed. He has kicked the hornet's nest with no escape yet. Doyle acts as if this is just another mundane chore. He demands the head of the snake, Pyong Cho, but his answer comes in the form of sudden violence. Dongu screams in terror as a lethal kick tears through the air, aimed straight for Doyle's temple. The attacker is Jingu, the gang's formidable number three, striking with the force of a runaway train. But our protagonist possesses reflexes that defy human limits, blocking the fatal blow effortlessly. With arrogant indifference, Doyle asks if this new challenger is the boss he has been hunting. Jingu, blinded by his massive ego, foolishly claims the title of the boss for himself. Meanwhile, shadows gather in the port city of Busousan, where bodies sway in the dark. It is the grim artwork of the rank four boss Dayin, a monster who treats men like mannequins. This beast receives word of Kim Doyle, and the atmosphere grows heavy with suffocating blood lust. Returning to the battlefield, the muscle-bound Jingu is baffled by Doyle's unorthodox weapon of choice. He throws a haymaker meant to crush skulls, but he hits nothing but empty air. Doyle mocks the giant snapping a wet cloth like a whip with terrifying precision. The stinging slap humiliates the gangster, leaving the spectators utterly bewildered by the spectacle. They watch in horror as Doyle dismantles a high-ranking boss using a simple window washing set. Jingu attacks with the force of a wrecking ball, pulverizing the concrete wall behind Doyle. Rage consumes the giant as he flails against Doyle's ghostlike movements and evasive footwork. He believes his supernatural endurance will save him banking on landing a single lucky strike. But Doyle flips the script, snaring the giant's wrist with the cloth in a masterful bind. He drives a brutal knee into Jingu's face, proving that technique conquers brute strength every time. Jingu stumbles back, realizing too late that this is a street fight with absolutely no rules. A brief moment of stillness hangs in the air before Doyle blinds him with the spray once more. Seizing the opening, Doyle delivers a thunderous hook that rattles Jingu's brain inside his skull. The giant is swept off his feet, his composure shattering along with his pride as the fury takes over. Blinded by rage, Jingu makes a fatal error and overextends falling for Doyle's jacket decoy. Doyle follows up with a magnificent extended sidekick, planting his foot squarely in Jingu's face. The humiliation is absolute, a defeat so crushing one would wish to vanish from the earth entirely. Jingu falls reduced to a pathetic mess, shouting empty curses from the floor like a beaten dog. But Doyle has no mercy left to give, striking a vital point with ruthless efficiency. The hall echoes with the sickening sounds of impact as the brutal beatdown finally concludes. The dust settles and Doyle stands victorious, looking down on the fallen like a conqueror. He believes he has beheaded the snake, unaware he has only crushed a subordinate impostor. The low-level thugs are confused, having never seen the true face of their mysterious leader. Only the red jacket knows the terrifying truth, trembling at Doyle's monstrous combat ability. Doyle turns to Dongu, demanding his payment for a job. well done with a smug grin. But the trembling student has to break the bad news to our hero. The war is not over yet. Doyle dismisses him, convinced of his victory as they casually stroll away from the carnage. Behind them, the red jacket is left paralyzed by the sheer horror of the power he just witnessed. Hours later, the psychotic blonde executive descends into madness, seeing his elite fighters destroyed. The hierarchy is crumbling, and by the next morning, rumors of the coming storm spread like wildfire. Doyle chewed his lunch in silence, his senses sharp as he analyzed the chaotic aftermath left by Jong Chan. A realization struck him cold. Jong Chan would never display such frantic rage if he had truly defeated the real Gi Chol. It confirmed a dark suspicion he had merely crushed a decoy, leaving the true monster still lurking in the shadows. Meanwhile, Dongu could barely comprehend how Doyle was casually eating in the classroom, ignoring the heavy tension in the air. Their banter quickly turned serious, guilt crashing down on Dongu like a mountain for the injuries inflicted upon their dean. After all, he was the one who ignited the war with the Ilong gang, using Doyle's terrifying power as his shield. Now, the students felt a duty to visit the hospital. Dongu was desperate to go, but he lacked the courage to face the consequences alone. Doyle remained indifferent as Stone until Mina arrived, weaponizing her stunning beauty to force his hand. She geared up for the trip, prompting Dongu to ask why a goddess like her was hanging around the anime club losers. But her motives were simple. She was helplessly obsessed with our cold-hearted protagonist, drawn to his danger like a moth to a flame. She joined the club just to be near him. Yet Doyle's reaction was brutal. Staring down the barrel of a gun, he aimed right at her. This man knew she belonged to the streets, but twistedly enough, she took the threat as a thrill, her obsession bordering on madness. The weapon was terrifyingly real, and Doyle casually offered to let the terrified students hold it. For the right price, of course. It was a scene of pure absurdity, causing Dongu to mentally break the fourth wall, wondering how his life became this chaotic. The scene shifted to the sterile halls of the hospital, where the dean was being urged to rest his battered body. Luckily, the wounds were not fatal, but his spirit was restless. A true leader who refused to abandon his post. He swore to return in one week. His will of iron refusing to bend even as his physical form screamed for recovery. His wife pleaded with him, seeing the pain he tried to hide, reminding him that even heroes need time to heal. Dongu and Mina finally arrived at the ward. But the fem fatal was disappointed. Searching only for the one man who wasn't there. Doyle had pulled a legendary escape, leaping from the thirdstory window, vanishing into the wind like a ghost. Mina's fury ignited instantly, declaring the hospital visit pointless without the transfer student. 69 red flags waving in her wake. Even Dongu found her behavior repulsive, telling her to leave if she was only there to play games. But she held her ground. Before the argument could escalate, Dongu froze, his hand hovering over the door handle as he heard the dean's voice inside. Inside, a conversation of two decades of marriage unfolded. His wife sensing the deep agony behind his brave facade. But unbeknownst to them, Doyle had actually come, lurking in the hallway as memories of the dean surfaced in his mind. He recalled a past moment of judgment where the dean realized Doyle was the sole protector of his mother and sister. Instead of punishment, the man had offered understanding. Recognizing the burden of manhood placed on a young boy's shoulders. He had given Doyle his personal number, a lifeline in a cruel world, hoping the boy could enjoy a fleeting moment of youth. It was a kindness that pierced Doyle's icy heart. The Dean simply wanted him to live a normal life free from the violence. This character depth was truly touching, proving the Dean was a father figure worth fighting for. And now Doyle stood silently nearby. Although he wanted to leave, he paused, spotting Dongu and Mina waiting faithfully outside the hospital room. Inside that room, the strong facade crumbled. The dean wept openly, the shame of his weakness breaking him apart. His wife held him close as he confessed the agony of being powerless, unable to stand tall before his own students. The memory of Jong Chan<unk>s insults burned him like acid, haunting him, a reminder that he could not stop the thugs. Outside the door, the three students listened in stunned silence. The weight of the old man's tears crashing down on them. He had sacrificed his dignity for their safety, and his reward was a body full of wounds and a heart full of shame. As the dean sobbed, calling himself a failure, the atmosphere grew heavy with unresolved vengeance and sorrow. Suddenly, the scene shifted to a nightmare. The aura of the true boss, Ji Chol, suffocating the air with pure malice. Jong Chan, once arrogant, now trembled like a prey before a predator. Knowing his failure could mean his end, he begged for his life, acknowledging he deserved death. Desperate for one final chance to redeem his worthless existence. But Ji Chaw was cold as ice, mocking him, stating that if Jong Chan was serious, he would have brought Doyle's corpse as tribute. Now came the price of failure. Jong Chan shouted his loyalty, willing to accept any torture his master devised. Those words sealed his fate. Ji Chol smiled cruy, demanding an impossible tribute of 10 million one every single week. The number was so astronomical, Jong Chan's mind went blank, terror overwriting logic as he accepted the command like a robot. And regarding Kim Doyle, the thorn in their side, Ji Chol's eyes gleamed with killing intent, demanding Jung Chan finish the job. Finally revealing his mistake, we catch a glimpse of the shadow ruler of Ilsung Hi Cho. Meanwhile, at the arcade, Doyle is absolutely dominating the game like a grandmaster. Mina is practically melting on the floor, watching him breathe while Dongu narrates his tragic origin story. He explains how he earned the title of the fool branded by every bully who ever crossed his path. It got so bad that Dongu eventually accepted his fate, believing he was born to be nothing more than a jester in this cruel world. Doyle is crushing high scores while Mina is lost in a fantasy and Dongu's rant gets completely ignored by the power couple. Mina thinks this is a romantic date, but Doyle coldly tells her to get lost. This man is an ice block. He won't give her an inch. Remembering the dean's warning, Dong U scolds them for relaxing at such a critical moment. He regrets recruiting Doyle for his cause. Realizing the guy is just as much of a chaotic brute as the rest, Dong U mentally checks out. Accepting that asking for Doyle's help is feudal, the guy charges a premium fee for even breathing. But just as he turns to leave, our anti-hero stops him. A tiny spark of hope ignites. Does he actually care? It is absolutely hilarious because Doyle only cares about snatching his lunchbox. Dongu throws a pathetic temper. Tantrum screaming that he was the one who paid for that food. The scene cuts, shifting to the dark underbelly, where the gang is on the hunt for Doyle's sanctuary. But the dragon is well hidden. They can't track him down no matter how hard they search. No one knows his address, making it a nightmare for Gang Hook to find him. The poor Lackey curses his wretched luck, always getting saddled with the impossible missions. Suddenly, the massive enforcer buries a fist in his gut, smashing him into the pavement. The rain pours down, masking the sound of the brutal beating. The fat mobilize once results on Doyle's location. He continues to bash Gang Huk<unk>s skull, treating him like a useless stray dog. It is here that Gang Huk enters a state of deep despair, wondering what great sin he committed to deserve this hell. Witnessing the violence, the civilians freeze in terror. Jung Chan strides through the chaos like a king. his underlings ordering the crowd to vanish or face the consequences. Gang Huk receives a death sentence if he doesn't bring Doyle to this spot in 60 minutes. He won't be returning home in one piece. And yes, the threat is very real. Gang Huk questions the unfair reality before him. His thoughts spiraling as tears mix with the rain. The spectators aren't lifting a finger to intervene. Not a single soul calls the police to save him. but hiding among the crowd is Dongu terrified to make eye contact with the predator. The moment their gazes lock, Gang Huk stutters and screams his name, identifying the poor guy as Doyle's loyal slave. You can see Dongu's soul leaving his body, knowing the storm that is coming. The worst case scenario unfolds as the wolves descend and beat the life out of Dongu. Shortly afterwards, despite the pain, he refuses to betray his friend. Jongchan looks down with pure disgust, sickened by a weakling putting up such resistance. With wide serious eyes, Jong Chan decides to give Dongu a grim, a reminder of their hierarchy. Twirling a blade in his hand, he intimidates the kid by bringing up the memory of what he did to their dean. The image of the old man weeping in defeat flashes through his mind like a nightmare. Jong Chan explains they only want business with Doyle. Call him and they are good. Aside from that one condition, the innocent victim is powerless to save his own life. Trapped in a position of total helplessness, Dongu's trauma resurfaces memories of his father mocking him for being weak, just like his mother. Those same cursed words are now spoken by Jong Chan, who promises mercy in exchange for Doyle. Finally, something snaps. Dongu opens his mouth and declares he is not an idiot. His defiance baffles the gang leader. Dongu repeats himself, revealing that Jong Chan's group are the true clowns here. Hearing such a provocative insult, Gang Huk loses his mind. Jong Chan bursts into a sinister laugh as if it is the funniest joke he has heard all year. To make his point, he slashes Dongu across the nose. A sharp cut sprays blood, bringing him such agony that a scream rips from his throat. Jong Chan grabs his face coldly, reminding the kid of his place in the food chain. He sees him as nothing more than garbage that needs to be crushed into the dirt. But raising his hand, Dongu summons the spirit of a warrior for the first time to stop his cowardice. From consuming him, he grabs Jung Chan's arm. Fueled by the rage of every beating and every humiliation he suffered in school, he holds on. Jung Chan wonders if this guy has a death wish or if he just didn't hear the warning. To instill the hierarchy deep into his bones, Jong Chan slams Dongu with a devastating impact, sending him crashing to the cold floor. Time ticks by, but Gang Hook is left bewildered. Where is this sudden burst of spirit coming from? This stubborn resistance will only invite more agony. Yet, Dongu refuses to break. He remains a fortress of silence regarding his friend. Ironically, it is Jong Chan who gasps for air, exhausted by the sheer brutality of his own assault. Now that the boy is unconscious, the violence pauses. But Jong Chan does not care. He would tear the boy's mouth apart to drag out the truth about Doyle. But wait, against all odds, the flickering light of Dongu's consciousness remains. Does this kid have a death wish? He chose the absolute worst moment to find his courage. Staring down the devil himself, he calls Jong Chan a bastard. Memories of the torment inflicted upon his school flood his mind. He labels them the true villains. Why must the weak always bear the title of fools? No, the real idiots are the ones creating this chaos. They are the ones who deserve heaven's punishment. Gang Hook watches in horror, realizing the kid is digging his own grave with every word. If he keeps yapping, he will be slaughtered. But Dongu continues, his voice trembling but firm. Their lives would be paradise without this gang's poison. Pointing a shaking finger at Jong Chan, he names him the root of all evil. Roaring that every single member of this twisted gang is utter trash. The air turns ice cold. Jong Chan acknowledges the insult slowly turning with murder in his eyes. How dare this insect speak? Bursting with terrifying speed, he draws his blade and pins Dongu to the ground. He contemplates taking the boy's sight as a permanent lesson. Gang Hook knows there is no returning from this abyss. Mercilessly, the blade descends toward his eye, but suddenly the execution is halted by a shocking arrival. A face appears from the void. Recall the firearm Doyle flaunted earlier. It was a mere toy, a vessel for a warning message from Dongu, but the intent was real. This newcomer attacked Jong Chan without a shred of hesitation. The main character has entered the stage. Even Gang Hook recognizes him instantly. Jong Chan stands there, blood lust radiating from him like a predator facing a new threat. Doyle looks at his battered friend, finally understanding the phone swap. Tragically, his screen is shattered beyond repair. He locks eyes with the freak show responsible. But then he notices the true tragedy. His delicious lunchbox obliterated on the concrete. To Doyle, this is a code red emergency. Not because his friend nearly lost an eye, but because his precious meal is ruined. Thrilled to finally punish the pest who caused this culinary disaster. Jong Chan roars, but he fails to see the monster before him. Doyle blitzes him with god-like speed. He moves so fast that his fists seem to vaporize Jong Chan's flesh on impact. Doyle remains calm, focused solely on vengeance for his lunch. But to understand the gravity here, we must look back. The Siamed Dong Golden Karaoke incident. The territory was once ruled by the ruthless thugs known as the hot-blooded men. They were a rising power, corrupting police officers with women and money to secure their untouchable status. The law could not touch them. The police turned a blind eye to their tyranny. Yet, this empire was reduced to ash in a single night at the hands of a ruthless destroyer. Their leader, Lee Hu, was celebrating his birthday in luxury. 21 elite members gathered for the feast, but then a single intruder walked through the doors. By the end, every member lay broken. They were destroyed by one man suffering life-threatening injuries. And the one responsible was just one psychopathic 13-year-old boy. A child with eyes full of arrogance and disgust. That boy was Jong Chan. It defied logic. A mere child decimating a gang that even the police feared. 21 men crushed by one pair of hands. Shortly after the rumors of his cruel power swept through soul like wildfire, fear gave birth to a nickname befitting his savagery, the demon Im Jong Chan. Yet that very demon now stands trembling. The legend is being dismantled. He is on the receiving end of a one-sided massacre. Unable to even react, he looks like a lifeless ragd doll. His mind races, has he been drugged? He cannot fathom losing to a nobody like Doyle. Desperate, he aims a sharp stab, but Doyle dodges as if he is moving in slow motion. He flicks the blade away. Jung Chan tries a wide swing to catch him off guard, but even that is effortlessly evaded. His distress mounts with every missed strike. Doyle stares back with a bored expression that screams, "Are you done yet, kid?" Finally, Doyle delivers a soul shattering uppercut to the bastard's jaw. Even with his eyes wide open, he couldn't track the movements. Jung Chan refused to kneel, wiping the crimson blood from his face, looking pale as a ghost. His pride wouldn't let him accept defeat against a guy he considered trash. A loser he should have crushed in a fair fight. But Doyle's previous strikes had already done. A number on his ribs. Agony surged through him like electricity, forcing a wretched scream from his throat as he clutched his side. To Doyle, this guy was just a noisy insect that needed to be silenced. He was simply returning the favor, mirroring the exact cruelty Jung Chan had shown to others. Doyle's voice was cold as ice. It wasn't his fault. Jung Chan was pathetic. It was a simple reality his opponent couldn't swallow. The reason was clear. Jung Chan had never faced a real predator, never received the beating required to learn humility. Consider this class in session, and Doyle was the strict instructor, ready to discipline a rebellious student. Terror gripped Yung Chan's heart, yet he foolishly charged in with blind rage. Doyle weaved through the punch with his signature phantom-like speed baiting the kick. He slipped to the right, flowing around the attack like water. Then came the counter. A single left hook launched visible yet unavoidable. Jungchan saw it coming from a mile away, but his body was too slow to react. He flew back like a ragd doll, eating the extreme recoil of the impact. The blonde delinquent began questioning his very existence. It was like staring down the barrel of a gun. Even if you know the bullet is coming, you can't dodge the trigger pull. Doyle battered him with god-like velocity, dismantling his defenses until he could barely stay upright. Doyle paused for a split second, offering a chilling compliment. At least his opponent was durable enough to serve as a proper stress test. Jungchan had been a good sandbag so far, but looking at him now, the condition was critical. He was like a wounded dog that needed to be put out of its misery to end the suffering. Of course, for Doyle, this dominance was pure euphoria. Meanwhile, Guuke clutched his head in pure disbelief. All this devastation over a stolen lunchbox. Even Dongu stood frozen, silenced by the sheer violence. Doyle beckoned the broken fighter closer, asking a terrifying question. Which bone should I snap next? He would graciously let Jung Chan pick the spot. Seeing him stand in, stunned silence. Doyle's eyes sharpened. Unleashing a killing intent so heavy it made Jung Chan tremble uncontrollably. The bully couldn't even meet his gaze. Since he refused to make a choice, Doyle decided to take the initiative. It would be amusing to shatter that jaw completely. The atmosphere shifted just like before. The trigger was pulled and fate was sealed. There was nothing Jung Chan could do to stop the inevitable. Doyle's fist connected with the force of a wrecking ball. The sensation felt like it vaporized Jung Chan's head from his shoulders. The delinquent crumbled to his knees, howling in agony. Despite his own ruthless reputation, he had never encountered a demon quite like Doyle. In that split second of eye contact, he saw a monster lurking in Doyle's shadow. This wasn't a human opponent. It was the living embodiment of combat perfection. The yapping finally ceased as Doyle slammed a final kick into his face, obliterating the rest of his jawbone. It wasn't a fight anymore. It was a one-sided massacre. While Doyle beat the consciousness out of Jung Chun, the dean calmly sipped coffee at the hospital with his wife. The man who stabbed him was currently getting the soul beaten out of his body. By the time Doyle was finished, he stood panting over the wreckage. With their top dog defeated, the fat lackey nearly wet himself paralyzed by Doyle's predatory glare. The scene shifted to the Tiger Crews hideout, a graveyard of defeated men. Amidst the carnage, one man casually enjoyed his noodles. This was Jill. He had met the Tiger Crews boss, and displeased with the negotiations, he decided to sever their precious tendons for entertainment. Knowing these snakes might bite back. He tortured their leader, digging chopsticks into open wounds to ensure submission. He gave a simple ultimatum, two days to clean up the mess in Busousan and merge with his gang with absolutely no leverage left. The broken leader nodded frantically. Jiel stared him down, demanding total conviction. Satisfied with the fear, he saw the maniac left with a twisted smirk. As he walked out, his chief of operations handed him a buzzing phone. But the voice on the other line wasn't an underling. It was Doyle, and he meant business. The moment the door swung open, Jaile froze. There stood the man himself, phone to his ear. Doyle had raided their turf personally. He was the one they had been hunting, and he had taken the time to annihilate every single guard on his way up, wearing a smile straight from a nightmare. Jill didn't look afraid. He looked entertained. The real monsters were about to clash. The faculty trembled in fear, questioning the madness of burying such a violent catastrophe, especially involving an outsider who brutally assaulted the students. This is a scandal that could shatter the news cycle and endanger every child here. But the corrupt principal scoffed, shifting the blame entirely onto the parents for discarding their offspring in this hell hole. I love you, Yung Hai, isn't a place of learning. It is a landfill where society tosses the broken children they have abandoned, hopelessly believing them to be beyond saving. Even if they were rehabilitated, it would change nothing in the grand scheme. In his eyes, these students are worthless trash. And to protect his reputation, the head chairman chooses silence over justice. This spineless coward believes bystanders should remain blind while a darkness far more sinister fers in the shadows. Meanwhile, outside the office walls, our protagonist is busy dismantling the chief of operations with absolute brutality. Hookchol crashes to the pavement, shaking off the impact, only to realize his opponent possesses a terrifying mastery of martial arts. He recognizes the judo throw immediately, but as the fighter descends upon him, Hookchol realizes he cannot read this monster. It is the same nightmare he faced with Jong Chan, he can see the strikes coming, but his body is too sluggish to react. Hooch is not a fool. He knows that in a battle of speed and technique, he is already a walking corpse. His only path to victory lies in grappling. But the moment he attempts to seize Doyle's frame, the end has already begun. Surrendering to blind rage, Hookchol lunges forward, his massive hand grasping at empty air as his target vanishes. He swings again, desperate to crush him. But Doyle flows like water, retreating effortlessly before launching a surprise counter. Doyle ducks under the guard, slamming devastating kicks into his face and gut sending the giant staggering backward. To ensure the threat is neutralized, he drives a merciless fist into Hookchol's skull, staring him down with eyes devoid of emotion. Flashback to moments prior, Doyle carried the battered body of Dongu, who realized the scar on his nose was now permanent. A cruel reminder of his weakness. Every time he faces a mirror, a mark of shame that will never fade away. Doyle finds his whining annoying, but for Dongu, this is his reality. He has been a punching bag for too long, helplessly watching his own destruction and lamenting the unfairness of a world that leaves him scarred and broken. Back in the heat of battle, Hookchol tries to recover, but Doyle shatters his defense with a bone crushing knee to the jaw. Facing such a methodical execution, Hookchol cannot fathom the darkness in Doyy's mind as the attacks cease to hold back. Every strike carries killing intent, as if Doyle aims to extinguish his very soul, forcing Hook Cho to recall his origins. He was once hailed as a prodigy, a special talent chosen by Gil himself to stand at the summit of their hierarchy. He was the right-hand man, the unshakable pillar, until he crossed paths with this demon named Doyle. Desperation takes over, and he throws a final hopeless jab, but our boy dances around it with humiliating ease. The frustration boils Hook Cho's blood as he becomes the aggressor, launching a flurry of attacks that hit nothing but air. He attempts to use faints, hoping to confuse the predator, planning to trap Doyle in a crushing bear hug. He believes that once he secures the grip, certain death awaits Doyle with a slam that will shatter the earth. But that is merely the delusion of a desperate man. Because Doyle anchors his weight, stopping the throw with impossible strength. The signature move Hookchol staked his life on fails spectacularly as Doyle utilizes a center of gravity shift, forcing him to hold his ground. A highlevel technique known only to the true masters of combat, leaving Hookchol paralyzed. And now to return the favor, Doyle executes a magnificent suplex, slamming the giant's spine into the unforgiving concrete. A whirlwind of agony consumes him bested at his own game by a boy who defies the laws of weight classes. Doyle's mere existence is an insult to reality, leaving Hook Cho's world spinning as he barely clings to consciousness. Through the haze, he sees a final kick approaching, mirroring the deal he made with Dongu just moments ago. Dongu had promised him endless wealth, practically begging to buy Doyle's loyalty and friendship as a shield. Our boy tosses Hook Cho's massive frame aside like a deflated balloon, his face a mask of cold indifference to the plea. Even as he towers over the fallen giant, the memory of that transactional friendship lingers in the air. But the chaos attracts the authorities. The police swarm the scene trying to seize Doyle for the earlier assault. They attempt to shackle the beast when suddenly a brick smashes into an officer's face with sickening force enter Giul. This absolute menace has no respect for the law, stopping the arrest by unleashing his own brand of psychotic violence. He dismantles the police like a force of nature, standing over the unconscious bodies with a look of pure ecstasy. Having obtained everything he ever desired through bloodshed, the gang leader proves that violence is the only law that matters to be interrupted by pests when he is only looking for a little entertainment. The gang leader, however, persists, proposing an alliance, arguing he could help awaken our protagonist's dormant potential. Furthermore, the gang would offer their absolute loyalty. He drops the name of the Okita group from the Japanese underworld. Knowing that violence is the ultimate currency, but Doyle He extends zero interest in this boring offer. He explodes into motion instantly. His fist looks ready to atomize Gau's skull with a single devastating blow. Doyle drops a truth bomb. He personally slaughtered that Yakuza boss. This man is absolutely unstoppable. Meanwhile, shadows move in the background. The head principal recalls a secret meeting with a congressman. They suspect a student has breached their security to steal vital business secrets from the club. Back in the brawl, a shock. Gaychol actually blocked that lightning fast strike just in time. A twisted grin stretches across his face. He realizes Doyle has no intention of negotiating. Doyle spits insults, calling him a broken record, chirping the same nonsense to the wrong person. And now we descend into the abyss. A lore drop, revealing a psyche more fractured than we ever imagined. Young Gay Chol realized that taking a life was not evil. It was simply the natural order of things. Like the infamous killer Bundy, who argued he merely adjusted the schedule of his victim's demise, Bundy murdered 30 women. But this monster, he poured boiling water on an infant. He was a child consumed by darkness, turning a fleeting phase into a horrific lifestyle. To him, murder was an art form. When probed about why he tried to end his own brother, he answered with chilling indifference. The baby's senseless whining was simply annoying. Despite his warnings, the infant would not silence itself. Therefore, the child deserved the pain. However, unlike the predators he admired, he faced punishment for his sins. He realized the unfairness of the world. Some monsters walked free untouched by karma. Take Sakasi, the attack dog of the Okita group, suspected of butchering seven rivals. Yet the law never touched him. Young guy watched the powerful escape judgment time and again. It was then he forged his life's ambition to amass enough power to stand above the law, to become a being who could never be punished, no matter the sin. To be immune to consequences, he wanted the authority to determine the time of death for others. He wanted to play God. Years later, he stood before his brother, whose face was ruined by that boiling water assault. He confessed the true reason for his cruelty. He refused to let a copy of himself exist. In his twisted philosophy, there could only be one deity in this world. Now facing Doyle, he channels that god complex. Doyle answers with a razor-sharp kick, but the leader weaves through the attacks. He catches every blow, though not without cost. A wound opens on his head. He is baffled. How can anyone move faster than him? Doyle mocks him, revealing he hasn't even started trying yet. He is just playing with his food. But a seed of doubt sprouts. Is Gay Chol transcending human limits right before his eyes? The boss boasts of his history, leaving a river of blood and broken bodies in his wake. Yet, this is the first time he has met a monster like Doyle. Intrigued, he lunges with full killing intent. He mimics Doyle's technique perfectly. Doyle is actually impressed by the copycat skill, but being impressed won't save him. Our boy sends him flying with a devastating counterblow. Blood paints Gchaw's face, yet his fighting spirit burns brighter. He sweeps low to take Doyle down. Doyle dances away, but the follow-up attack is ferocious. It is getting harder to dodge. Gaych takes a hit to the face just to close the distance. He is trading blood for position. He drives a knee upward. Doyle ducks his mind racing to analyze this freak of nature. The longer the battle rages, the stronger Gay Cho becomes. A truly terrifying evolution. He throws a haymaker that rivals Doyle's own godlike speed. Doyle marvels that such a monstrous talent was hiding in a simple Korean high school. Gaych ramps up the pressure. His speed has increased as if under the effect of a constant buff. Yet his attack patterns are amateur-ish. Doyle is simply dancing through the storm of fists. He knows the enemy is baiting him, hiding a lethal strike beneath these weak jabs. But our MC calls it a pathetic parlor trick. Suddenly, Jay launches a thunderous left hook. It catches Doyle offguard the impact, sending him skidding backward. This small victory inflates Jay's ego and he roars that he is an unstoppable apex predator destined to rule over the weak. Okay, pause. We know this mana loves a dramatic twist because that attack just now it looks like Doyle absorbed it on purpose. He casually insults Jay's monologuing, humbling the bastard by pointing out that while he might have some skill, he is nothing more than a domestic dog barking at a tiger. Hearing these venomous words, the villain's aura explodes with rage. But in that split second, a sharp agony spikes through the a right side of his face. He can't even process the pain. He didn't see a thing. He didn't even sense the movement. Doyle stands there like an avatar of death, a terrifying calamity who is descended to punish the arrogant. Drowning in the abyss of fear, Jay realizes he is facing the executioner. This is the fate of all who prey on the weak. His body is systematically dismantled by Doyle's overwhelming power. Meanwhile, Jungok, the second ranked fighter of the 12 nations, arrives to investigate the silence. He remarks that messing with Soong is a one-way ticket to disaster. But what he finds freezes the blood in his veins. To their horror, they discover corrupt officers scattered like trash. And beyond them, Doyle towers over their boss, whose body has been broken beyond recognition. Jungok is speechless, his mind unable to accept this brutality. Doyle shifts his gaze, staring into his soul with eyes cold as ice. Even among the 12 nations, the leader, Ju Hayong, would be shaken by this. Jungok is horrified. The Tiger crew has been erased from existence. And looking at Jay's state, it is safe to assume he has suffered permanent martial arts disability. Their leader, Hayong, was the one who held back the beast, reducing Jay into this quivering pile of slime. Jung questions if letting a monster like Doyle roam free is wise. But Hayong, ever the strategist, argues that they must not wake the dragon without a plan. The scene cuts to a dark room where Park Chunick, a corrupt detective, is sweating bullets. A mysterious app has hacked his life. They know every dirty secret, every dirty pride bribe he accepted to look the other way. The evidence is all there, attached like a digital death note. The shadow threatening him demands he investigate a specific list or his life ends today. Back with the gang, Hayong realizes that Doyle is a force of nature. No matter what they do, if he keeps hunting gangs, their paths are destined to creams to cross in violence. On a lighter note, victory lap time. Mina is celebrating the day they crowned Doyle as their king. Reports of him conquering southern Seoul are spreading like wildfire. Criminals are being hunted. No longer will thugs breathe easy in this city. Mina worries they are being redundant, handing out paper flyers in the digital age. But honestly, who checks the social media feed of the anime club nerds? The bullies are whining about being unemployed, which is music to my ears. Doyle, however, is done with the noise and plugs his ears. On the walk home, Dongu reveals he left a tribute of cash in Doyle's locker. Since the monster transfer student arrived, the school has become a sanctuary. It is finally happening. The High School is no longer a war zone. He never anticipated that Doyle would single-handedly annihilate the entire Ilong High faction, bro. who even sent a photo of Jay laid out on the pavement. Dongu asks if it's Photoshop, but Doyle smirks, claiming that editing a photo would have been harder work than beating the guy up. Dongu is fanboying hard admiring Doyle's god tier strength. He promises not to be a burden and begs for a favor. He wants to learn martial arts from the best a request that leaves Doyle looking completely confused. But even with the Ilong gang destroyed, the hierarchy remains. There are still wolves in the forest. Meet Sukdong of Sukdong Hai. The rank five delinquent is casually enjoying a chat, laughing at rumors of a single kid defeating the 12 nations. He knows the monstrous power of Gol and refuses to believe he lost to a nobody. To prove his cruelty, they are torturing a student named Donguk. Asking for his opinion before slamming him into the dirt. So Ddong isn't done playing. He orders the victim to play fetch. Donguk collects his shattered pride and grabs the ball, returning it to his tormentor. He is told to go back to his shameful spot made to feel like absolute trash. The delinquents continue their verbal assault, cursing his lineage and calling him a bastard born by mistake. The boy goes silent, his spirit broken. This silence annoys the bully. So, the fat tyrant chucks the baseball with full force right at his face. Donguk ducks just in time, but the ball sails past him and heads straight for Doyle. He catches the projectile with god-like reflexes. They never expected this level of skill. But the true tragedy isn't the fight. It is Doyle losing a daff precious piece of pork to block their attack. The delinquents question who they are messing with, but our boy replies not with words, but with fists. He shatters the fatty's fangs in a single blow. The group's only female calls Doyle insane. All while he calmly hands his lunchbox to Dongu. Suddenly, fear turns to attraction. She realizes this man is dangerously handsome. He is making the ladies swoon wherever he walks. Socks minions rush forward like lambs to the slaughter, wondering if this Simon High student has a death wish for declaring war on them. In response, Doyle draws his weapon. Cold Steel points directly at the bald thug's forehead, and he pulls the trigger. The target drops. The scumbags are frozen in shock. They cannot comprehend that he just used a literal firearm in Korea. The blonde goon gets swept off his feet with a lethal kick, and Doyle instantly locks his head in a vice grip, slamming his face into the wall. To add insult to injury, he unloads the rubber bullets directly into this guy's rear end. It is the most disrespectful beatdown of the century. Honestly, I would just immigrate after taking an L like that. Doyle continues his stroll facing two more NPC looking mobs, declaring he is ready to solo them all at once for being annoying. You can already guess the outcome. Anyway, by the time the dust settles, the girl is completely lover struck. So, however, finds the balls to stand up against him despite his shattered teeth. He asks if Doyle is a hitman from Il Young sent to wipe them out. Doyle shows no mercy to the clown who roars that his mission was to catch Joel. It is hilarious because Doyle gives him a look that says know your place. So stupidly rushes to attack the very monster who broke his grill just moments ago. Doyle warns him to watch his feet, but it is a tactical faint. He pulls the gun to his face. One headshot is all it takes to send the clown flying. Their next target is soaked Dong Hai as Doyle towers over the defeated delinquent who cannot understand the reason for this violence. Our man utters one word, pork. And then he pulls the trigger, kickstarting the purge of So Dong Hai. Two whole months pass after that incident. The seasons change and Jingu has quickly transitioned into our boy's number one fan. Doyle scolds him to have some dignity as a 20-year-old man. Jingu has volunteered to be Doyle's right-hand shadowing him like a lost puppy. Jingu argues that in this world the strong are always the big brothers and for the longest time he revered Joel as the peak. But now he has learned there is a mountain even higher than the likes of Joel and that is Doyle. Our MC ignores him lost in thought. He recalls having Jung Chan arrested but strangely Jingu escaped punishment. It turns out Jingu only got a warning because he wouldn't snitch. All this muscle brain cared about was his protein intake and gym routine, leaving the police completely baffled. Jingu begs to be accepted as a retainer, vowing to serve him for life. Doyle is getting Doc annoyed, so he just accepts it. Meanwhile, the flirtatious Mina tries to show off her curves, but our boy is too much of a sigma to even look at her. Mina fishes for a compliment, but when Jingu offers to help, she calls him a pervert. Doyle is starting to consider eliminating these clowns and fleeing the country just to get some peace. As for Dongu, he is currently in hell. The poor guy doesn't know if he is being pranked or trained, but he asked for it. He is forced to push his physical body to the limit, specifically his legs, even though Doyle hasn't taught him a single martial art yet. Our boy doesn't care about whining. He handles business his own way. Later, Doyle demands 6 million1 for the destruction of Songhai. The performance bonus is astronomical, even though it should be cheaper. Doyle argues that defeating SoDong Hai is a boss level raid compared to the trash mob he just annihilated. He has done his intel, but Doyle breaks the fourth wall, arguing that enemies appearing later in the story are always stronger. It is a fundamental law of fiction. And when working with Dongu as a burden the difficulty spikes, Doyle agreed to train him to death's door so that Dongu could earn his keep. Now is the time to prove his worth. He wants Dongu to defeat Park Kang Wuk as his first major boss battle. Right now, the apex predator of that school is Kang Wuk since the other bullies fled in terror. He wants Dongu to conquer Kangwuk and claim the Simon territory. Dongu doesn't understand the logic since Doyle is already the king. But our boy argues his caliber is world class. He is not limited to a tiny high school map. Dongu imagines himself as the new boss ruling the school. Doyle tells him that if he conquers this zone, they can collectively demolish the rival school within a single week. Back in class, whispers spread like wildfire through the hallways. A storm was brewing among the student body as the transfer student ignited a dormant fire within Dongu. The coward of the past was gone. The destination was the auditorium, a modern-day coliseum where the entire school swarmed to witness the spectacle. Tension crackled in the air. Dongu trembled, but his opponent only smirked, expecting an easy slaughter. The duel commenced. Meanwhile, Doyy's reputation had already ascended to mythical status. He was the demon who crushed Jay Eel into the concrete, a fact whispered by every witness in fear. Though the footage vanished, the result remained a broken tyrant in a wheelchair forced into retirement. Rumors swirled that the National Federation itself had to intervene to stop the utter carnage. It defied logic. How could the weaklings of Simon High bring a psychopath to his knees? Elsewhere, the underworld was shifting. Traitors to the 12 nations prepared to face judgment. A hulking beast of a man arrived to exterminate the rats. He stood before Sangs rebellious crew. The command to attack was given, but the difference in power was absolute. They fell like puppets with cutstrings. He seized a thug and delivered a knee strike that shattered more than just pride. Mercy was not an option. He moved like a tank, crushing the vermin until only the leader remained. Sangic gripped a hammer, trembling in the shadow of death, and swung in a desperate bid for survival. But violence was met with devastation. The sickening sound of impact echoed as the traitor was obliterated. This was Jang Chun sick, the second strongest, and he swore to crush Doyle with his own bare hands. Back at the school, the air was thick with anticipation. Doyle watched from the sidelines, calm as a still lake. Dongu was being pummeled. The underdog crumbled under the assault, seemingly out of the fight. Yet, miraculously, he found the strength to rise. A collective gasp swept through the audience. He had taken a hit meant to end a career. A blow delivered with full killing intent. And still, Dongu stood tall. His resilience defied biology, sparking fear in his attacker's heart. Wiping crimson from his lip. The boy who was once prey now stood with the posture of a warrior. His opponent felt a chill down his spine. He launched another assault to finish this nightmare. The hook connected, shaking Dongu's equilibrium, but Pain was an old friend to him now. Dongu retaliated. His punch was amateur, clumsy, but fueled by raw spirit, inviting a brutal counter. A knee drove into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. His opponent cursed the stubborn weakling. Another thunderous strike to the face. Dongu was sent skidding across the gym floor like a ragd doll. Watching the brutality, his friend recalled a memory, a conversation under the setting sun. Dongu had spoken of his training, a hellish regimen under the strongest fighter he knew. He wanted to stand on his own two feet to stop hiding behind Doyle's monstrous shadow. But perhaps relying on a monster was necessary, for they were just commoners in a world of beasts. Snapping back to reality, blood pulled on the lenolium. Was Dongu insane to continue? The students questioned reality. Was this truly the timid boy they had mocked for years? He was a zombie that refused to stay dead, rising again and again from the abyss of defeat. He raised his fists. His form was sloppy, but his presence unleashed a psychological storm. He possessed the burning gaze of a predator, ready to tear through any wall in his path. Flashbacks haunted his opponent. This was the same terrifying pressure he felt from Yong Chan. Without Doyle, this kid should be trash. Yet he radiated that same indomitable aura. It must be a bluff. A desperate acting performance to hide his fear. Or so he told himself. Resolved to end the farce, he charged forward with blinding speed, aiming for a knockout. Velocity met flesh. A heavy fist collided with Dongu, who tried to counter, but was too slow. The impact was sickening. Dongu absorbed a kick to the face that would fell an ox. He went airborne, crashing down once more, sparking panic among his classmates. Yet amidst the chaos, Doyle remained unfazed. His expression held a secret the others missed. The outcome of the duel seemed decided. Dongu's head met the concrete again and again, a brutal reminder of his reality. He was crushed into the dirt. His opponent roared like a beast, cursing the very air Dongu breathed, demanding he stay buried. Deprived of all strength, the bully glared down at Dongu's broken form, treating him like a stubborn pest that simply refused to die. Know your place, trash. The battle appeared to be over. Kangwuk turned his back aggressively, shoving aside anyone who dared approach. But in the silence of his mind, Dongu recalled his vow to his mentor. He accepted their difference. Doyle was a natural-born monster, and Dongu would never be like him. But he didn't need to be a monster to win. Suddenly, a feral roar shook the gymnasium walls. "Where do you think you're going?" Dongu<unk>s voice cracked through the air. The fight wasn't finished yet. Kangwuk froze dead in his tracks. It was as if time itself had stopped, a chill running down his spine. Slowly, he turned around, his face twisted into a mask of pure disbelief. He looked at Dongu as if staring at a ghost rising from the grave. Rage boiled in his veins. With a snarl, he charged, "Die, you zombie." A full force jab exploded against Dongu's face. It was a strike meant to shatter the soul. A blow that would rob any normal man of the will to stand. Yet, amidst the agony, Dongu smiled. Instead of despair, a chilling grin spread across his blooded lips. Kangwuk<unk>s mind raced had the kid lost his sanity. The connection was solid. The pain was real. So why wasn't he falling? Suddenly, Dongu snapped back. He launched a sharp counteroffensive. Panic flickered in Kangwuk<unk>s eyes as he was forced to evade. The scene shifts back to the dojo. Dongu had asked the impossible question, "How do I defeat a beast like Kang Wuk?" Doyle's answer was simple yet absolute. He didn't promise a miracle. He promised inevitable victory. You will win simply because you must. And now that prophecy was manifesting in real time, even as Kangwuk buried a heavy blow into his gut, Dongu didn't flinch. His expression was savage, unrecognizable. The boy had evolved. Kangwuk couldn't comprehend it. How could a punching bag hit back like this? Doyle's logic had been flawless. Most street fights end in 3 minutes. Anything beyond that belongs to the domain of the spirit. Since there was no massive weight class difference, the victor would be decided by sheer willpower. This was the hell Dongu had survived for. While Kang Wuk relied on explosive anger, Dongu had been forging an iron spirit. The bully never saw it coming. He didn't expect a war of attrition. But Dongu knew the truth. As the clock ticked past the 3-minute mark, his chances of victory skyrocketed. Bam! The first clean hit landed. Dongu finally smashed through the defense. A powerful jab rocked Kangwuk to his core, causing him to stagger. Exhaustion finally clawed at the bully's legs. His temper tantrum had cost him everything. Wasted energy left him sluggish and vulnerable. His speed plummeted. Dongu seized the opening. A devastating knee smashed into his face. The king was brought down to his knees. Now the predator became the prey. Dongu unleashed a torrent of fists, treating Kangwuk's body like a motionless sandbag. Impact after impact, he channeled every ounce of training into a final blow. A thunderous uppercut snapped Kang Wuk<unk>s chin back. It looked like a decisive win. Months of blood and sweat paying off. But the heavens weren't done yet. The battle wasn't over. Kangwuk fired a desperate, heavy haymaker. It caught Dongu completely offg guard, but recalled Doyle's master plan. Combine indomitable willpower with physical devastation. The brawl descended into chaos. Kangwuk went heavy on the offense. But now they stood on equal ground. Dongu returned every single strike. Flesh collided with flesh. A symphony of violence. Each hit jolted their bodies. Shock waves of pain rippling through them. In the heat of combat, Doyle's final lesson echoed. A universal truth for the weak seeking strength. When your body begs to quit, when you feel most vulnerable, make your soul scream for one last attempt. Just one more time. Dongu engraved those words into his very bones. He charged forward, fueled by memory. Every beating he ever took played in his mind. Every time Kang Wuk humiliated him. Every moment the goons laughed at his pain. He didn't bury the trauma. He turned it into ammunition. A reason to obliterate the trash standing before him. New flames of determination ignited in Dongu<unk>s eyes. A burning will that refused to be extinguished. He commanded his broken body to move. His friend watched in awe, realizing the truth. Dongu had accepted his path. He was fine just being himself a survivor. The crowd watched with baited breath. Doyle stood silently, dominating the room with his presence, unfazed. Knowing the result was inevitable. Dongu summoned power beyond his limits. An apocalyptic uppercut, pouring everything he had into one point. At last, silence fell. The war was won. Kangwuk lay defeated on the cold floor while Dongu remained standing, a titan among men. His friends rushed in tears and cheers erupting, embracing the victor with pure love. Dongu was no longer the pathetic underdog. The hierarchy had shattered. He was the new king of the high school. Meanwhile, across the world in the Russian branch, deep within the shadows of the Blackhead organization, a secretary transmits vital data via encrypted channels. But now, our focus shifts back to school grounds. Doyle is casually chatting through wireless comms, leaving Dongu completely baffled. He cannot fathom who Doyle is speaking to or where their path leads. Our poor MC is overwhelmed, a nervous wreck, pestering the stoic fighter with endless questions. But Doyle ignores the noise. He has a vow to keep total annihilation of the SoDong gang within a single week. His hunt begins now. Inside, a low-life delinquent torments a helpless student just another day in this lawless jungle. Their cruel fun is interrupted by unwanted guests. As the thugs bristle with irritation, Doyle coldly declares that he intends to honor his word. In a blink, violence erupts. Mere seconds pass before the floor is carpeted with unconscious bodies. Their leader freezes terror, seizing his heart as he meets Doyle's gaze. How does Simoon Hai harbor a monster of this caliber? This is Jang Su, the arrogant fourth rank of Sukdong. But ranks mean nothing here. Doyle ruthlessly dismantles him and his crew with his unpredictable combat style, turning the very room into a weapon. Now Jang Su lies trembling in the dust where he is faced with a nightmarish ultimatum. It is a choice between life and oblivion. With the pressure crushing down, Doyle commands him to listen well. First, he demands the truth about the illegal gambling ring. These vultures operate targeting innocent youth. Doyle orders this fool to hand over all evidence and reveal the role of Jang Su<unk>s men in their new application. The gangster is baffled. How does an outsider possess such intimate knowledge? Second Doyle issues a decree for their supreme leader, Wong Kuwi. It is a deadline to meet at Simon Hai and surrender before it is too late. He points to Dongu, declaring him the true shadow boss of the school, demanding that Kuwi kneel before him. Only total submission will prevent further bloodshed. Jang Su cannot believe his ears. This scrawny, trembling nerd is the overlord. The weakling looking like he might faint is the boss. A terrifying thought strikes him. If the subordinate is this strong, the boss must be a god. The irony is rich as Dongu frantically stops Doyle to confirm the insanity he just heard. Doyle thinks the plan is flawless, but he underestimates the beast they are poking. He does not know the kind of demon Wong Kui truly is. To summon him is not a challenge. It is a suicide note signed in blood. Dongu panics about a full-scale gang war, but Doyle sees only a simple equation. Simoon versus Sukdong. Until now, every enemy defeated has only spawned another like hydraheads popping from the void. Doyle is weary of this endless grind. He refuses to play their game. Instead, he seeks to decapitate the SoDong gang in a single cataclysmic clash. Dongu is petrified, screaming about the army of thugs they will have to face alone in Sockdong territory. He is losing his mind, but Doyle is too focused on the endgame to care about the minor details. He turns to Jang Su, drilling the order into him. Bring the king to the slaughter. Even Jang Su lets out a nervous chuckle at the absurdity. Men usually flee to the ends of the earth to avoid Kui acting as if their lives depend on. Yet, this madman invites the devil to his doorstep. It is no wonder Jang Su looks at him like he is insane. The scene shifts to a grim warehouse in Gimchon. A man loses control of his bladder, paralyzed by what stands before him. A human weapon is tearing through the ranks with god-like speed. A phantom of death with unmatched velocity. A thug attempts to flee, but his fate is sealed. His life is extinguished before he can even scream. This psychopath grins with pure ecstasy. Back in the present, Jung Su shuddters. Doyle wants to summon Times. This times beast, a boss known to be violently unstable. That monster decimates entire armies single-handedly without even breaking a sweat. Unfortunately, Kui is currently concluding some bloody business, making him difficult to locate. But Jang Su vows to signal Doyle the moment the king returns to soul. However, here lies the twist. The psycho we just witnessed. The one slaughtering squads for sport is times not times Wong Kui. In fact, even that killer freezes in terror when the true boss's fist flies toward his face. A single strike launches him through the air, shattering his teeth on impact. Even though we expected a ragged madman, the real Wong Kuwi stands revealed. He is immaculate, draped in a sharp suit with a terrifyingly serious aura. Meanwhile, in Soul, Jill sits broken in a wheelchair, his future stolen forever. He receives a surprise visitor to his cell. As always, Doyle's legend is spreading like wildfire thanks to the challenge posters. Chunick, a high-ranking officer, hears of Doyle crushing the Sockdong crews. But the intel carries a fatal error. He learns the real boss is actually Dongu and Doyle is merely his loyal dog. Jang Su reports the humiliation, explaining how these intruders barged in unannounced and issued their arrogant ultimatum. Jang Su tries to save face, puffing his chest and claiming he handled the threat and sent the brats packing. Chunick tears the poster down in disgust. The world has truly gone mad in his eyes. The verdict is passed. Ignore the pests. To them, Doyle is just a rumored fraud who got lucky. Chunick is certain this con artist is merely using false advertising to build a reputation. In his eyes, Doyle is an attention-seeking brat, spreading lies that no one with a brain would believe. If he thinks he can conquer Sockdong with bluffs, he has another thing coming. To Chunick, these nuisances are nothing but insects to be crushed and deprived of the spotlight. Meanwhile, back at school, Doyle lounges in the eye of the storm, completely unbothered. Dongu however is trembling terrified that the legendary Quaqui will actually descend upon their school. Doyle remains confident they can crush the enemy leader. But Dongu thinks he is severely underestimating the threat. Dongu knows the truth. The Saong leader is not just a gangster. He is a monster who has transcended human limits. A man whose strength is so terrifying it makes you question if he is even human at all. Seeing Doyle's curiosity, Dongu shares a chilling legend about the man named Quac Kui. The rumor states, "This beast of a man slaughtered a rampaging bear that had escaped from a zoo. While others fled in terror, one man stood his ground and beat the predator to death with his bare hands. Doyle sips his drink, his composure absolute, while Dongu looks ready to pass out from fear. Doyle simply argues that there is no point in lamenting their fate after coming this far. Unbeknownst to them, a shadow lurks nearby, a spy listening to every word of their strategy." Doyle makes his declaration, "The enemy king will definitely show his face in Simon territory." Elsewhere, Jong Su warns Chunick that this attention seeker Doyle might bring chaos similar to the legends of old. Chunick scoffs, recalling the monsters of the National Federation, doubting Doyle could ever compare. But he remains oblivious to the cold sweat running down Jong Su<unk>s back. Jang Su has tasted Doyle's power and knows the truth. He barely escaped their last encounter with his life, and the memory still haunts him. Chun<unk>s entourage arrives, and he switches to flirting, completely ignoring the looming disaster. Jang Su watches in silent fury his leader blinded by lust while their empire stands on the brink of collapse. Doyle has already marked his territory at Jong Su<unk>s own residence holding his life in the palm of his hand. Betrayal means a beating from Doyle but honesty means execution by Chunix's hand. Poor Jong Su stands on the precipice of madness trapped in a hell of his own making. Suddenly a subordinate bursts in gasping for air to deliver catastrophic news. The workshop has been hacked and to make matters worse, Dongu is mocking them with a brazen selfie. The disrespect is palpable as the enemy clowns on their security breach for the world to see. A summons arrives from the top, mobilized to Simon immediately. The war has begun. Chunick's rage boils over at the mention of Dongu crushing the phone in his grip like an insect. The scene shifts to Doyle, radiating the overwhelming aura of a true apex predator. He freezes midstep, sensing a presence in the shadows, and launches a projectile without hesitation. Back at the hideout, Chunix screams for clarity, his confusion turning into pure wrath. But fate interrupts with violence. The door explodes inward. Wong Quac has returned. The room plunges into silence as every head bows. The mere presence of the boss commands absolute submission. Chunick trembles like a beaten dog, his arrogance evaporating before this behemoth of a man. Quac cares not for pleasantries. He demands the location of Simon immediately downing liquor like water. When Chunick hesitates in confusion, Quack shatters the bottle against the wall, signaling his thinning patience. His intentions are shrouded in darkness as the scene cuts to a flashback within the prison walls, Quac stares down a fallen legend. Disappointed to see a ruthless leader caged like an animal. Through the reinforced glass, Chiol offers a chilling prophecy disguised as a farewell. It is a warning that the hunter is about to become the hunted and his pride will be his downfall. One moment of arrogance will lead to a lifetime of regret and broken bones. For a demon worse than Satan walks the halls of Simon High, and the beast now marches toward his doom. He mobilized his troops, stealing them for the brutal siege against Seaman High. Doyle with his signature American swagger voiced a dangerous suspicion. Was this blonde fighter the spy lurking in his shadow all along? In a shocking twist, Doyle was revealed to be his former captain. The ghosts of his old team were surfacing, but the atmosphere grew heavy as Wonguk officially sanctioned the next move. The order was absolute. Sodongs total assault on Seaman High School had begun.