THE UNTAMED PLAYBOY

One by one, dark figures armed with iron rods arrived on the floor of Katon's apartment unit. They moved systematically through the emergency exit, skillfully avoiding the CCTV cameras whose locations they already knew, thanks to information from the apartment security who was in cahoots with the gangsters. One man crouched in front of Katon's apartment door and picked the lock from the outside. He succeeded in disabling it almost silently, and the apartment door was breached. 

This group, clad in black from head to toe, moved with gestures that betrayed their familiarity with criminal activities. One by one, they entered the apartment. 

Their movements were cautious and systematic. Their footsteps were nearly soundless, as if they had rehearsed this situation countless times. Spreading out, they moved down the corridor towards various rooms in the apartment, their objective known only to themselves. 

Inside the apartment, the atmosphere was thick with tension. They continued their infiltration with heightened alertness, moving quickly but carefully, checking every room they encountered. They seemed to be searching for something. What they were looking for was their secret alone. 

Morgan, who had fallen asleep in the entertainment room, began to stir. He woke up from the sofa, initially thinking Katon was making the noise. However, he quickly became alert when he recognized the sound of more than two sets of footsteps. Morgan sprang up and vaulted over the back of the sofa, moving swiftly towards the door. 

Morgan peered through the door to assess his adversaries. He was stunned by the number of people who had entered Katon's apartment. He estimated their number to be far greater than what he could see. 

"Damn it, who are they? How did they get in here? Shit! One of the security staff must be involved!" Morgan thought, scanning his enemies. 

One of the intruders seemed to have found the door to the entertainment room. Morgan pressed himself against the wall beside the door, ready. With a lightning-fast move, he struck the nape of the intruder's neck as he stepped through the door. Morgan caught the limp body before it hit the ground, just in time to prevent the baseball bat from clattering on the marble floor. 

Morgan laid his victim on the floor and returned to his lookout. 

"Kingpin! Where the hell are you?" Another intruder approached the entertainment room, hissing harshly for his companion. Morgan readied himself again. He repeated the attack, the second victim collapsing, but this time Morgan was too late to catch the weapon. The baseball bat clattered on the floor, alerting the other gangsters. Morgan cursed silently. 

Too late to hide, Morgan exposed himself. He stood tall in the hallway, glaring at the intruders. 

"You've entered the wrong territory," he said, his voice laced with a threat that sent chills down the gangsters' spines. "This apartment is not a place you can just rob." 

The gangsters exchanged glances, trying to evaluate the sudden turn of events. They were predators accustomed to ruling the streets, but in the presence of this man, they sensed an unexpected force. 

Without further delay, Morgan launched a swift attack. His movements were so fast that the gangsters struggled to follow. His punches were precise, striking their targets accurately, sending two gangsters crashing to the floor in agony. 

However, amidst the fierce battle, the gangsters began to gather around Morgan, their malicious intent and anger clear, unwilling to give up so easily. Counterattacks were launched, trying to overwhelm the formidable Morgan. 

Nevertheless, Morgan was alone against a mob of gangsters armed with baseball bats. He soon took several blows to his body, desperately trying to protect his head. 

In the tense silence, a fierce battle raged in the luxurious apartment. The sound of fists colliding, shouts piercing the quiet, objects crashing, and rapid footsteps filled the rooms. Katon began to stir in his bedroom, especially as some were violently trying to break down his door. 

"What the fuck?" Katon leapt out of bed as the gangsters burst in. He dodged backward, avoiding the first gangster's vicious swing of the baseball bat. Katon retreated and grabbed a floor lamp, using its metal stand as a weapon to parry the baseball bat. The sound of metal clashing filled the air, and Katon deftly spun the lamp stand. 

"Aaaarrgh!!" The attacker was taken aback by Katon's maneuver. He lost his grip on the baseball bat, and Katon seized the opportunity, striking his opponent with the lamp stand. One down, Katon lunged at the second gangster who had entered and attacked. To make matters worse, two more entered. Now Katon was surrounded by three men, moving as quickly and agilely as he could, defending himself with the spinning lamp stand. 

Katon jabbed the bottom of the stand into the right opponent and swiftly thrust the top into the left opponent. Two fell. However, the third man remained standing, attacking Katon head-on. 

CLANG! 

The sound of metal clashing. The force was evident. Katon stood firm, his opponent trembling from the impact. Katon gave no quarter, headbutting his opponent, who fell as Katon struck him on the head with the stand. Unconscious! 

"Morgan?" Katon shouted, running out of the room. He was immediately met with a punch from a man three times his size. The large man, seemingly a gym fanatic on steroids, glared wildly at Katon. 

Katon staggered backward, the lamp stand clattering to the ground, slipping from his grasp. His head spun for a moment, and before he could stand, the professional wrestler-like man with arms as thick as Katon's thighs grabbed him by the neck, lifted him, and hurled him into the living room. 

Katon's body flew through the air, his eyes wide with terror, turning to find Morgan in slow motion. He saw Morgan surrounded by five men, bloodied. A second later, Katon's body crashed through the glass coffee table in the living room, shattering it. 

"Ugh!" Katon groaned, pain searing through his back. The giant strode towards Katon, who was still trying to regain his senses, and again grabbed his neck. 

"Ooh... no, Buddy. Enough!" Katon hissed, rolling backward. The big man's hand grasped at air, and he roared in anger. Katon was ready. Crouching on the floor, he scanned the approaching wrestler. His right hand gripped the largest shard of glass. 

As the big man leaned down to grab Katon again, Katon rolled and slashed at the man's calf. 

The massive man collapsed, howling, clutching his calf and heel. Red liquid gushed between his thick fingers. Katon didn't linger, instead running towards Morgan's attackers. Using the narrow space and walls, Katon pushed off and launched himself into the fray. 

Two against seven. However, the two under attack were no ordinary men. They were like bulls, growing more ferocious with each wound. 

Katon used the shard of glass in his hand, regardless of the cuts it inflicted on his palm and fingers. He slashed the long, sharp edge of the glass at his opponents' vital muscles and nerves. 

Katon slashed the first opponent's chest. He spun and lunged at the second, slashing his left neck. He ducked and rolled to avoid a baseball bat, then slashed the glass at the third opponent's inner thigh. As Katon charged at Morgan's last attacker, the three behind him collapsed, screaming in agony. 

The last attacker fell and was rolled over by Katon. Katon's arms and legs locked around the gangster's neck. Katon's enemy began to choke as his airway was constricted by Katon's powerful arm, while Morgan finished off the last opponent. Morgan's one hand gripped his opponent's neck, the other landing jab after jab on the semi-conscious face. Morgan's own face was a bloody mess. Katon's opponent passed out, as did Morgan's. 

Katon stood, leaving his opponent sprawled on the floor. He approached Morgan, who was still standing, panting. 

"Who were they?" Katon asked, gasping for breath. He wiped the thick red liquid from his temple, where the big man had struck him. 

"Who do you think?" Morgan retorted, his tone annoyed. "You should check on Alice, Ton. They might have attacked her too." 

Katon stared at Morgan, who returned his gaze through swollen eyes. Katon moved quickly, stepping over his unconscious opponents, and returned to his room to grab his phone. He dialed Alice's number, holding the device to his ear as he walked back out, only to find Morgan patrolling the living room, beating the semi-conscious gangsters until they were completely out. 

Katon frowned at the thought of the intruders' injuries. "Morg..." he tried to warn, but Morgan cut him off. 

"I'm not killing them, just incapacitating the ones still conscious!" Morgan growled. 

Katon shrugged and refocused on calling Alice. The first ring went to the next, then to voicemail. Katon glanced at Morgan, his face etched with worry, and dialed again. 

When the call still went unanswered, Katon grabbed his car keys.