High School Return Of A Gangster Apr 2026

Choi’s smile vanished.

But the underworld does not forget.

He looked at the cherry blossoms falling around them. They looked exactly like the poster in the alley where he died. But the air didn’t smell of rain and betrayal. It smelled of spring and possibility.

Dae-seong felt the old fire rise in his chest. The Crow’s bloodlust. He smiled. “You think because you have a bat, you know violence?” he said, cracking his knuckles. “I’ve forgotten more ways to break a man than you’ll ever learn.” high school return of a gangster

Something inside Dae-seong shattered. This wasn’t a gang war. This wasn’t business. This was a girl who had shown him kindness, who had seen something human in a monster. And now she was bleeding because of him.

The fight was brutal. Dae-seong’s small body was at a disadvantage, but his mind was a weapon. He used the geometry of the room, the shadows, the element of surprise. He dislocated one boy’s shoulder, shattered another’s knee with a fire extinguisher, and sent Min-ho crashing through a glass display case.

Min-ho’s eyes landed on Yoon-jae. He sensed a rival. “I heard you used to be a loser. Now you act like a king. Let’s see how long that lasts.” Choi’s smile vanished

Min-ho was expelled and charged as an adult for attempted murder. His father’s empire crumbled.

And So-ri jumped in front of Yoon-jae.

For the first time, Dae-seong didn’t want to go back to his old life. He wanted to protect this one. They looked exactly like the poster in the

Then, blinding light.

A strange, hollow laugh escaped Yoon-jae’s lips. The Crow had been killed. But the Crow had also landed on a new, very uncomfortable perch.

“I said,” Dae-seong stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper only Seok could hear, “that your father’s secretary, the one with the mole on her neck, she’s been skimming from the Incheon site for three years. I’d worry about that, not my shoelaces.”

On the first day of Dae-seong’s possession, Seok sauntered over, flanked by his goons. “Yoon-jae. My laces. Now.”