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27. The Garden of Fire

Author: Noor
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-05 12:49:15
The Seoul skyline glowed like a mirage as the black car slid into the city limits, windows tinted so dark not even the moonlight dared peek inside.

Inside, a man sat motionless.

He wore all red.

Red leather gloves. Red coat. Red scarf tucked around his throat. A silver ring with a blood-red jewel glinted on his finger.

They called him the Red King.

No one knew his real name.

Only that he never missed.

Only that his last contract left an entire cartel branch in ashes.

And now—he was in Seoul.

Lee Estate – War Room

Devin stared at the board covered in red-threaded lines and photos.

Soo-ah stood beside him, arms crossed, silent.

"Someone helped Sebas," Sang-woo said from across the room. "There are no other exits unless you have the master codes."

Yuri frowned. "Which only family members and the upper guards have."

Devin didn’t say anything. His mind kept flashing to one thing:

"Kill the one with the scar down his neck. He knows everything."

Nikolai's warning.

Sebas was only the first.

He
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