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A black sedan pulled up, its headlights cutting through the fog. The window rolled down to reveal , a man who had been Han-si’s "brother" in the syndicate for fifteen years. Kang didn't look at him. He just lit a cigarette and let the smoke drift out into the damp air.

As the car sped away, the fog swallowed the tail lights. It was a beautiful, bloody night—the kind where heroes don't exist, and the only thing left to do is choose how you'll go down. About the Director Regia: Park Hoon-jung

"Let’s go," Han-si said. "I don't want to keep the old man waiting." A black sedan pulled up, its headlights cutting

The city of Incheon never slept; it just waited for the tide to go out. A black sedan pulled up