There wasn't even a moment for Suga and Mocha to react to the sudden presence of the red-haired man— neither of them was prepared for what was about to unfold in the confined space.
Or perhaps, Mocha's instincts had already kicked in, urging him to run. But Zion was faster. His grip landed precisely on Mocha's collar, yanking him forward. Suga's eyes widened at the sight, and he immediately rushed after them.
However, before he could intervene, Zion had already struck Mocha hard, sending him crashing onto the floor with a sickening thud. The impact alone made Suga wince, the sound ringing painfully, echoing in the air.
Mocha's groans of pain only made his legs feel colder.
Suga's voice broke through the tense air as he saw Zion tighten his grip around Mocha's throat, his fingers digging deep into the flesh. Zion was always precise in his attacks— every movement measured, no wasted effort. Mocha's face wrinkled in distress, his airway constricted.
"Zion! Stop it— Oh lord..."
