Bloodline of Sin
He didn't care.
The cold hit him like a physical blow, seeping through his black trench coat. He didn't use an umbrella, because they occupied hands that might need to hold a weapon.
Baek Do-hyun stepped out from the front seat, unfolding his massive frame.
If Min was a hidden, sharp, and refined blade, Baek was a blunt instrument—a sledgehammer. Standing six-foot-four, he was a wall of dense, corded muscle straining against the seams of a dark tactical suit. His head was shaved, and his face was surprisingly smooth. In a twist of fate, Min bore the face scar you might have expected on Baek. Instead, Baek's scar was a jagged souvenir from a Busan knife fight five years prior, starting behind
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