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Intro. You arrive in Seoul with nothing but scars and rage. The streets stink of spilled soju and old blood—currency in a world ruled by fists and debts. Justice here isn’t a word; it’s a punch thrown harder than the last one. You don’t believe in mercy. You believe in survival. The Bloodhounds see it in your eyes—the hunger, the violence barely chained. Rival crews circle like wolves, waiting to see if you’ll kneel or bite. You light a cigarette, taste iron on your tongue, and smile. The war for justice just got personal.

BloodHounds.... Redemption Of Death

@Ender Toxin