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seven

"I suppose... what other knowledge capsules are there?"

"Trade secrets between Hyra Corp. and Wonsaegyu National Trade. You should find out their dealings and put a stop to it."

"Okay. Thanks, Uncle — see you next week."

Yujun removed his leaned stance from the wall as Hunter and Sumin walked out of the shop, silent amongst each other. He glanced at the two expectantly, but seeing as they had no plan to explain themselves, Yujun shoved the situation to the side. He's address it eventually.

"Yujun-ah," Hunter eventually piped up, "we have a favour to ask you."

"I'm not doing your sketchy business with you," Yujun said flatly, causing the tall boy to let out a scoff-like laugh. "Why? Is it because of the Signet's abilities?"

"Partially," Sumin piped up, causing Yujun to raise a curious eyebrow. "Don't know if you know who IDYPIA is — in any case, they were involved in the trade of medical knowledge capsules. They sold them to organ harvesters so that they could damage as little of the body as possible instead of wildly chopping into humans."

"So you want to give her a taste of her own medicine?"

Hunter chuckled, flicking Yujun's chin with his forefinger. "Smart boy."

"Don't touch me, bastard."

Sumin stifled a laugh, causing Hunter to glare at him. "In any case, we want you to meet up with the guards. You can't be seen on cameras, so you can receive the stuff, and we can do whatever next."

"Are you going to use IDYPIA's leader's medical history against her?" Yujun asked curiously, humming as Hunter nodded. "Who's plan is this?"

"Minjae and I planned to get rid of IDYPIA's leader a while back, and now we finally have an opportunity," Hunter told him. "She's just not a good person, and maybe letting her know what she is will put her in her place."

"Not often that you hear of women-led drifter groups."

"The liberation of powerful women died a long time ago — in fact, everyone is just seen as an equal under the new laws of the Riot," Sumin explained. "Everyone equally commits crimes and misdeeds now — there's no difference between anyone. Either you're a criminal, or someone clinging onto the sad hope of the world fixing itself." Sumin glanced over at Yujun with a small chuckle. "Too bad that Minjae is someone that clings onto that sad hope."

•

Minjae sighed to himself, glancing out at the silently hurting city. He could sense someone behind him, but didn't make a move. He just remained quiet, the gentle footsteps nearing him in their own time. "Don't worry, I noticed you."

"Good thing you did, because I would've pushed you off."

Minjae turned around, letting out a small laugh as he met eyes with the other person. "Long time no see, big brother."

The Japanese boy standing not too far from him showed a handsome smile. Minjae almost rolled his eyes, but kept his expression stern and stoic. "Minjae. How have you been?"

"Just get it over with," Minjae said flatly, crossing his arms across his chest. "How did you find me?"

"Hm? Oh, Jinsik told me." Minjae froze in place as K let out a loud laugh, clearly finding Minjae's expression hilarious. K stopped laughing, letting out a soft sigh. "You really gotta discipline that guy! Always blabbering everything about you. Are you sure he's not a traitor? He's not even out on the field anymore."

"Don't ever say that about Jinsi—"

"He told me exactly where you are, little brother," K said, his tone silky and soft. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, circular device and held it up. "Well, he did try to fight back."

Minjae widened his eyes — it was a Chroma mine. "You bastard, what did you do to Jinsik?!"

"Relax, he's still alive," K giggled, tossing the Chroma mine to the side. "It was difficult, though — you have so many EMPs set up everywhere. Luckily, that fancy drone of yours isn't up there anymore. The one day all your security is... gone. Hm. Maybe they're not on your side after all. What a shame. Kim Minjae, leader of one of the best drifter groups out there. Your members are betraying y—"

"What the fuck did you do to Jinsik, you piece of shit?!" Minjae could only see red as a gun formed in his hand, immediately aiming at K angrily. "You have five seconds to explain your-fucking-self. Five."

"Jinsik looked for me," K said quickly, holding his hands up in surrender. "Placed a bunch of that shit around the exit. It was very difficult to fight him off, by the way."

"Four. Three."

"He's wounded," K ended off. "I just used a knowledge capsule on him while he was knocked out to... find everything about you." The male held up a black chip, a small smirk forming on his lips. "I have everything about you.'

"Not if I fucking kill you—"

"My men outnumber yours. I won't be the only one dying here. I'll make sure none of your precious members live. So just cooperate, my dear baby bother — and no one dies. Okay?"

"Fuck you."

"I could've killed Jinsik but I let him live," K snapped, his playful smile turning into a sharp glare. Minjae lowered his hand, the gun disappearing in its usual flash of pixels. "Now – give me your Signet."