All Chapters of My Model (BL): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The morning sun barely pierced the thick curtains of the safehouse. The room smelled of sweat, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of blood lingering from last night’s battle. Soo-ah sat on the edge of the worn sofa, blade still in hand, though the tension in his body hadn’t eased.Sang-woo paced the room, fists clenched. “He’s smart,” he muttered. “Lazarus isn’t just a brute—he’s a strategist. He’s planning something bigger than last night. I can feel it.”Adam leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Soo-ah’s eyes flicked toward him. The hesitation he had sensed yesterday was gone, replaced by calm, deadly focus. But Soo-ah couldn’t shake the thought: how far does his loyalty go?Valerian and Lev unpacked weapons, checking ammunition, preparing for whatever was coming. The quiet between them was heavy, loaded with unspoken worries. Every moment they delayed, Lazarus gained time.A faint beep interrupted the silence. Soo-ah’s eyes darted toward the tablet

The night was a storm of silence. The mist that blanketed the docks clung heavier now, suffocating and cold. Soo-ah stood frozen, staring at the figure who had stepped out of the shadows.“Min-jae…”His name left Soo-ah’s lips as if torn out of his chest, a fragile whisper that carried through the fog. For a moment, it felt like the entire world stilled—no waves, no wind, only the thunder of blood pounding in Soo-ah’s ears.Min-jae’s face was calm, his posture steady. Too steady. That was what frightened Soo-ah most.Sang-woo’s voice cut like a blade. “You traitor!” His hand went to his sidearm, rage crackling in every word. “You sold us out to him—after everything?”“Wait!” Soo-ah barked, his voice breaking under strain. He stepped forward, throwing a hand up to stop Sang-woo. “Don’t move.”Lev’s cold eyes narrowed, evaluating Min-jae with the precision of a predator. “He came out on Lazarus’s call. That’s not coincidence.”Adam’s grip tightened on his blade, his usual calm breaking

The room fell silent after the revelation. Everyone exchanged tense glances, the weight of what they had just uncovered pressing down like an unshakable fog. Seo-jun’s hands trembled slightly as he set the documents back on the table, his sharp eyes glinting with suspicion.“It’s worse than we thought,” he muttered, his voice low but firm.Do-hyun leaned back in his chair, trying to process the magnitude of it all. “If this is true… then we’re not just dealing with Lazarus. We’re standing against something much bigger. An entire network that’s been in the shadows for decades.”Soo-ah crossed her arms, her brows furrowed. Her voice was calm, but there was fire beneath the surface. “And now they know we’re getting closer. Every step we take from this point will be dangerous.”Sang-woo, still recovering from his earlier wounds, shifted uncomfortably where he sat. He hated feeling weak, hated that he wasn’t at full strength when the people he cared about most were walking into the lion’s

The morning air of Istanbul carried a chill that bit through their jackets, a reminder that even in the calm after the storm, danger never truly left. Soo-ah walked slightly ahead, her fingers brushing the side of her coat absentmindedly. Every step toward the city center reminded her that Lazarus’ capture was only the beginning.Sang-woo fell into step beside her, his presence both comforting and grounding. “You’re quiet,” he noted, his voice low and rough from the adrenaline of last night.Soo-ah glanced at him, meeting his amber eyes for a brief second before looking away. “I’m thinking,” she said simply. “We’ve only neutralized Lazarus’ current threat. His network… it’s still active. And we don’t know who else is watching.”Sang-woo smirked faintly, brushing a loose strand of hair from his forehead. “Good. Thinking keeps you alive. But don’t overthink. That’s how people get caught off guard.”They reached a small cafe overlooking the Bosphorus, a quiet place where few dared to tre

The night in Istanbul had settled into a deep, almost suffocating darkness, broken only by the soft glow of streetlights spilling through the cracks of the abandoned metro station. The rain outside had slowed to a steady drizzle, tapping faintly against the metal vents. Inside, the atmosphere was heavy — each member of the team moving with silent urgency, yet the weight of the revelation pressed down on them.Soo-ah sat at the center of the station, laptop balanced on her knees, eyes scanning the decrypted files for the hundredth time. Every name, every transfer, every location linked to Project Kestrel made her stomach twist. People like them — trained, enhanced, manipulated — reduced to pawns in someone else's game. And worse, someone within their own agency had orchestrated it all.Sang-woo leaned against a concrete pillar, arms crossed, watching her. His usual mask of calm was stretched thin. His jaw was tight, eyes sharp, calculating. The danger in the files was clear, but what u