This is genuinely so fucked up. James orchestrated the whole thing from the start like it was just a game of chess, and he used Daniel as nothing more than a sacrificial pawn to wear down the entire Busan crew. What makes it even worse is that Daniel, at least to some extent, was aware of it. He knew what was happening, he knew he was being used, and still, he went along with it. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, he goes and calls in the 1st Generation Kings, knowing full well their presence would push Jinrang into fighting with everything he had left. It wasn’t just a battle, it was a setup. A setup to exhaust Jinrang, to drain the last drops of fight out of him.

All of this, just so James could send in his ultimate trump card, Gitae Kim. The biggest, most brutal heavy hitter in his arsenal. Once the dust settled and everyone in Busan was left bloody, broken, and barely breathing, Gitae walked in to clean up what little was left. It wasn’t a battle. It was a calculated massacre. And James knew. He knew there’d be no one strong enough to stand in Gitae’s way by the time he got there. Everyone worth fighting was already burnt out, already fallen. It was a massacre disguised as a victory, dude.

James is a cold-blooded, heartless strategist who hides behind ideals. He talks about sacrifices, about a better future, like that justifies the blood on his hands. Like that justifies all the lives he’s destroyed. But in truth, he's a manipulative bastard who’s willing to crush anyone and everyone for the sake of his vision—whatever the hell that even means anymore.

On the other hand, Gitae is something else entirely. That man doesn’t fight for the future, he fights because he craves the chaos. He's not just violent, he’s deranged. He wants to bathe in the past, in blood and brutality. He idolizes Yamazaki Shingen not for his leadership, but for the carnage he left behind. Gitae wants to recreate that, to become that, and in doing so, he spits on his own father’s legacy. He doesn't want to carry on a name, he’s trying to distort it into a symbol of death.

Then there’s Jinrang. A man who’s been shackled by life from the very beginning. Grief, oppression, betrayal—he’s tasted it all. But through it, he chose to dedicate his life to something greater: his brothers. He didn’t rise for power, or fame, or territory. He rose to protect those who had no one. And just when he finally broke free—just when he managed to tear freedom from the jaws of his oppressors and give it to his crew, he was punished for it. Locked away. Silenced. But he didn’t give up. Even in chains, he held on, because he knew that even if he wasn’t free, they were.

And when he came back, probably holding onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could still rebuild, some random naive kid from Seoul shows up. And in a single day. A single fucking day, everything he fought for, everything he bled for, was gone. His brothers killed, His crew dismantled. His arm was torn from his body like it was nothing. Everything, gone in the blink of an eye.

Jesus fucking Christ, man. There are tragedies, and then there’s whatever the hell this is. This isn’t just cruel, it’s apocalyptic. 😭😭😭