Jin-Woo stood at the entrance of an abandoned factory near the Incheon waterfront, breathing in the brackish and salty air. He was surrounded by ten hunters who he trusted and valued the most; they were all at least A-rank, with even two S-ranks among them.

With his reliable supporters standing behind him, he gazed at the sun setting on the horizon with a wavering gaze and exhaled rough breaths.

This conflict between In-Young and Yu-Seong, which had culminated in their factional divide, was the final act in their internal power struggle that was intended by Woo-Jae.

‘This fight should have been between Choi In-Young and I.’

Why had Jin-Woo expended so much effort and resources for so long? After Ji-Ho's collapse, he had wanted to prepare for any opportunities that might have come his way. However, neither Mi-Na nor Jin-Woo himself had been chosen as Woo-Jae's final pick; it was Yu-Seong.

‘No matter how well the ninth kid has performed lately…! That's not the point... Father has crossed the line.’

Jin-Woo clenched his fists, suppressing his anger toward Woo-Jae.

‘How long have I made a commitment to myself since that day…?’

The day when Ji-Ho, who he had thought would unconditionally...