After the dust of battle had settled, and Seokdu Wang lay unconscious in the ground. Ha-Joon didn't linger long in the streets, as he had no interest in basking in victory.
As the scattered gang members watched in awe, fear, and disbelief, Ha-Joon stepped toward the fallen king and grabbed his limp arm. With a grunt, he hoisted Seokdu over his shoulder.
He glanced at the fallen members of Suwon gang before speaking: "Meet me at the junkyard tomorrow morning."
Having said that, Ha-Joon walked through the night streets of Suwon, dragging the unconscious Seokdu. City was bustling with noises as he moved through alleys and narrow backstreets, finally arriving at a decrepit lot known as the Suwon Bunkyard.
He dropped Seokdu's body on a bent steel platform in the center of the yard, then stood atop an overturned truck, eyes scanning the shadows.
"Haven't I made it clear to you all." He inhaled softly and shouted: "SCRAM."
As soon as he spoke, all the lingering small fries vanished instantly. He slowly moved towards the inside of the bunker.
Inside one of the shipping containers, he found a broken chair and some frayed rope. It was enough to secure Seokdu for the night.
Ha-Joon lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his bruised face, and took a slow drag as he sat across from the unconscious king.
"Looks like they are all fiercely loyal to you." He muttered: " But don't you think, Its time to drop your act."
"Hehe..."
He chuckled and with a grunt, Seokdu rose to his feet. Despite the bruises and swelling, there was a crooked smile on his lips.
"I acknowledge your strength, now let's start the second round."
Without waiting, Seokdu lunged.
Ha-Joon moved instantly. The container echoed with the thunder of fists meeting flesh. Seokdu charged with his signature move iron skull but Ha-Joon twisted aside, slamming a palm into Seokdu's exposed flank.
Seokdu grunted, then grabbed a metal pipe from the corner and snapped it across his own knee, reducing it to a crude baton.
"You think I'm just a dumb tank?" he spat.
Ignoring his outburst, Ha-Joon began to attack.
The fight raged on.
Ha-Joon slipped into a blend of Capoeira feints and Kyoukushin body blows, testing Seokdu's endurance mastery with every strike. He forced Seokdu to backpedal, weaving his kicks like a dancer.
But Seokdu wasn't slowing down.
He roared, slamming his head into the wall, then into Ha-Joon's ribs. The sheer impact sent Ha-Joon flying across the container, crashing into the wall.
Ha-Joon coughed, blood on his lips, yet held a maniac grin across his face: "Good. You've got strength. Unfortunately, you can't push my endurance to its limit at your current form."
He surged forward.
A spinning elbow, a snap kick, a knee to the chest, each blow layered with his explosive strength mastery. Seokdu withstood the attack, but slowly cracks were forming. His breathing grew ragged, his balance faltered.
Ha-Joon closed the distance, his fist rising for the knockout but Seokdu gritted his teeth and rammed forward with his forehead in a last-ditch effort. Ha-Joon dodged at the last second, grabbing Seokdu's neck and slamming him to the floor with a judo throw enhanced by his strength mastery.
Ha-Joon mounted Seokdu, raising his fist. He unleashed a flurry of strikes. Seokdu's arms lifted in weak defense, but Ha-Joon's technique overpowered his weak blocks.
Then, with a sharp exhale, Ha-Joon delivered a final punch straight to Seokdu's jaw rendering him unconsciousness.
Ha-Joon slowly rose to his as, clutching his ribs. The previous headbutt had nearly shattered his endurance
He turned away, walking to the door of the container.
He lit another cigarette, dragging deep.
"Sigh... once again I'm hungry."
....
Morning,
The sun slowly rose, as the city welcomed its new day.
Seokdu stirred, groaning as consciousness returned. His head throbbed from the previous fight.
"You're awake," Ha-Joon said without turning his head. "Good. Now listen carefully."
He stood up, approaching the seated man, whose arms were loosely tied. Seokdu's eyes sharpened as Ha-Joon approached towards him.
"You're strong," Ha-Joon admitted: "And I want you to do something for me."
Seokdu's lips curled into a grin and spoke mockingly: "You beat me, and now you want favors?"
"No," Ha-Joon said: "I just want to use you twice, after that you are free to do as you please."
Then, Seokdu chuckled: "You've got guts, kid. No one has ever ordered me around... But I guess, I will humor you for defeating me."
Ha-Joon nodded once: "Good, Your men will be arriving soon. Until then, rest easy and recover."
Ha-Joon turned toward the rusted exit, the light of dawn framing his silhouette. Just as he reached the exit, his voice echoed
"I will contact you when I need. And rest assured I will not take over your territory."
And with that, he left the bunkyard, as the first piece in his plan was now secured.
....
( I don't have any plan to recruit him. So, he'll likely only make his appearance twice in the fic. But who knows, Ha-Joon may recruit him in the future. And I would like to inform ya'll that I will not include other verse beside PTJ, as most of you had denied about it.)