Chapter 3: Storm in Ansan

Chapter 3: Storm in Ansan

The dust settled, revealing a scene of utter devastation. Park Solomon stood amidst the fallen, his clothes unruffled, a calm predator surveying his handiwork. The 500 men who had dared challenge him lay broken and defeated, a testament to his unmatched skill and ferocity.

His lieutenant, a hulking man named Jin, approached him, his face etched with concern. "Boss, we received word just now. Your brother, Park Taejoon, has been arrested in Ansan."

Solomon's eyes narrowed. Ansan, the city ruled by the Rising Suns, his sworn enemy. The city his brother was now imprisoned in. A growl escaped his throat, a primal sound of fury and protectiveness.

"Gear up the bikes," he commanded, his voice cold and hard. "We ride to Ansan tonight."

News of Park Solomon's arrival spread like wildfire through the city. The Rising Suns, accustomed to ruling through fear, felt a tremor of unease. Police sirens wailed in the distance, but they were a mere annoyance to the approaching storm.

Reaching the police station, Solomon and his men dismounted, their motorcycles forming a menacing barricade. The officers, caught off guard by the sheer audacity of the intrusion, scrambled to form a defensive line.

"This is private property!" shouted a nervous officer, brandishing his pistol. "Leave now, or we'll use force!"

A chuckle escaped Solomon, devoid of humor. "Force? You think your bullets can stop me? I advise you to stand aside, unless you wish to join the pile outside."

The officers hesitated, fear battling with their duty. Just then, a gruff voice boomed from inside the station. "What's all this commotion?"

A portly man with a scar across his face emerged, his eyes widening at the sight of Solomon. "Park Solomon? What brings you to my humble station?"

"I'm here for my brother, Inspector Han," Solomon said, his voice laced with steel. "Release him immediately, or face the consequences."

Han scoffed. "You think you can threaten me in my own station? You're outnumbered, boy. Put down your weapons and surrender."

Solomon's gaze swept over the officers, then back to Han. "Release him, or I'll tear this building down, brick by brick, until I find him myself."

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. The officers exchanged nervous glances, their hands trembling on their weapons. Han, despite his bluster, saw the unwavering resolve in Solomon's eyes. He knew this was no empty threat.

With a sigh of defeat, he turned to his men. "Release Park Taejoon and his friend. And..." he added, his voice barely a whisper, "don't tell anyone about this."

The officers, relieved to avoid further confrontation, complied. Soon, Park Taejoon and Minho emerged, blinking in the sudden brightness. They looked at Solomon, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief.

"Taejoon," Solomon said, his tone softening slightly. "You're free."

Taejoon stared at his brother, the man he hadn't seen in years. He was bigger, stronger, and there was a darkness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. "Soloman... what have you done?"

"What I had to do," Solomon replied, his gaze hardening once more. "We leave now. There's much to discuss."

He turned and strode towards his motorcycle, his men following suit. Taejoon hesitated, then looked at Minho, who nodded encouragingly. With a deep breath, he followed his brother, stepping into a future as uncertain as the storm that had brought them together.