Lookism[Fan-made]

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Chapter: Conversation and Conviction

The engine purred quietly as the sleek black car cruised through the neon-lit highway. Inside, tension simmered despite the plush leather seats and the hum of air conditioning.

Crexa adjusted his collar and leaned forward from the passenger seat, eyes on James Lee's reflection in the tinted window.

*"Sir… why are you so interested in making that no-emotion freak a part of New HNH?"

James thought for few seconds, and

He chuckled softly, like a wolf with blood on its teeth.

"Haha… Crexa, you ask funny questions."

He took a drag from his black cigarette and exhaled a lazy smoke.

"You saw that Quadruple Kick, didn't you?"

Crexa nodded eagerly.

*"Yes, sir! That shit was—insane. Like a wire-fu scene without wires."

James turned his head slightly, locking eyes with Crexa. His smile faded.

"Crexa…"

His voice dropped a few octaves. Lethal. Cold.

"If you took that kick—directly—"

He leaned in.

"You'd be fucking dead."

Silence. Crexa's throat dried instantly. He lowered his gaze, sweat forming at his temples.

The weight of James's presence was crushing. Even a joke, when spoken by James Lee, felt like a death sentence.

From the back seat, Nobure scrolled through his phone, unbothered.

"Boss… Kitae's calling."

James let out an annoyed tch, leaned back into the cushion and said,

"Let's go meet him. Again."

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Meanwhile, Incheon Port

In a cozy, old-style restaurant with wooden interiors and paper lanterns, the sound of Yuujin Jin slurping ramyeon was the only noise in the room.

Everyone else watched him silently — Daniel, Jake, Lineman, and Jaygeyong Na's battered crew.

Jaygeyong Na stood and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for what you did for us, Mr. Yuujin."

His gang followed, all bowing to the stoic man who had saved their lives.

Yuujin wiped his mouth, set the bowl down, and looked at them for a few quiet seconds.

"Let me thank you instead. If you hadn't dragged me here and treated me... I might've died."

Jaygeyong smiled and quickly replied,

"No, sir. It's thanks to you that we're alive."

Yuujin lifted his hand — a gesture to stop the Jaygeyong's Gratitude cycle.

"Its mainly thanks to you that I am aliveu."

Jaygeyong insisted

"No Sir, it's thanks to you."

Yuujin again said

"No,It's not only me , I too Thank you."

Before Jaygeyong could speak again, Jake cut in, leaning forward.

"Alright, alright. Thank-you party's over."

"Now can someone tell me — who the hell are you?"

The air shifted as Yuujin turned towards Jake.

No expression. No twitch. Just a blank stare.

1 second…

2 seconds…

3 seconds…

20 full seconds of silence.

Jake was about to explode when Yuujin finally said—

"I can't."

Jake stood up, fists clenched, but Lineman held him back.

Then Daniel started his conversation with Yuujin.

"You want to meet, Mr.Gun Park, don't you?". Daniel asked with quite unknown expression

Yuujin stared at Daniel for few seconds and said,

"Ofcourse, I would like to pay him my thanks."

"Thanks?". Everyone asked simultaneously.

Yuujin said,

"Long story short...The is one of the reasons I am like this."

"I can't tell you much about it, but I once fought Gun Park in Juvenile Prison."

"Juvinile Prison...?" Daniel murmured.

Then Jake asked,

"So, who won , Gun or you?"

Incheon Gang members and Lineman nodded as they want to also know the result of the fight between Monster.

Yuujin thought for few seconds and said,

"Well,No one of us fell on the ground but...I would say , I was in better condition than him."

Jake , Lineman and other acted surprised and laughed.

Then Daniel asked Yuujin

"Don't you want to know about Yamazaki's from Gun?"

Yuujin , and stared on the ceiling.

"Well,That's not one of my concerns."

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Back at the Bunker

The car stopped in front of a rusted door beneath an old warehouse. A concrete bunker hidden in plain sight.

Crexa looked around.

"Sir, why are we here? I thought Kitae was hospitalized."

James grinned.

"That's what I thought too. Looks like he wants to surprise us."

Nobure opened the door.

A stale, metallic scent hit their noses instantly. The lights inside flickered dimly. The only real illumination came from a circular hole in the ceiling — moonlight pouring directly down like a spotlight on a bloodstained stage.

The floor was soaked.

Not with water.

But with sweat.

In the center of the room sat Kitae.

On a bench. Back turned. Shirt off. Arms resting on knees. Breathing hard.

A towel covered his face.

James took a step forward.

"Didn't expect The Kitae to be training in Korea."

Kitae tilted his head slightly — then stood.

He dropped the towel.

Steam rose off his body, literally smoking. His chest heaved like an overheated engine.

He turned around.

One eye burned with bloodlust.

The other… purple, glowing faintly.

Even Crexa stepped back.

Kitae walked forward slowly, his presence monstrous.

"Just tell me…"

He grinned, eyes unblinking.

"Where that fucker is."

James smiled.

"So you're finally serious."

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