“We go home,” Geon-woo said. “We heal. And if someone else needs us…”
Geon-woo’s knuckles were already split. He hadn’t even stepped into the ring yet—just the warm-up, just the old leather bag in Mr. Baek’s half-abandoned gym. Each punch sent a needle of pain up his forearm, but he didn’t stop. Pain was the only thing that felt real anymore.
Geon-woo helped Min-jae to his feet. They stood there, bleeding on a rooftop, looking out at the neon blur of Incheon. Bloodhounds.S01.480p.WEB-DL.HIN-ENG-KOR.x264.MS...
But Choi wasn’t a man who lost pawns quietly.
That was their contract. No lawyers. No cops. Just two bloodhounds, noses to the ground, tracking the scent of injustice through the back alleys of Incheon. The first fight was behind a fish market. Three of Choi’s collectors, all bulk and no technique. Geon-woo dropped the first with a liver shot that folded him like cardboard. Min-jae handled the second with a brutal right cross. The third ran—straight into a stack of crab traps. Easy. “We go home,” Geon-woo said
By week two, they’d taken three of his collection crews, returning seized property to old shopkeepers who wept with disbelief. By week three, Geon-woo’s mother was crying too—not from pain, but from fear. “Stop,” she whispered over the phone. “He’ll kill you.”
Three months ago, he’d been training for the national amateur finals. Now? Now he was training to break a loan shark’s jaw. He hadn’t even stepped into the ring yet—just
Min-jae laughed—a wet, broken sound. “Still standing?”
Choi fell. The giant fell a moment later, Min-jae’s arm around his windpipe.
Min-jae stood. He was shorter than Geon-woo, but denser—a fireplug of muscle and quiet fury. His own story was simpler: a sister drowning in medical bills, a loan from the same snake. “Then we don’t think,” Min-jae said. “We bleed. Together.”