Bloody - All

Haebum Shin and Ryujin Jung have both suffered devastating losses at the hands of a corrupt government. Despite this, they find themselves on opposite sides of the coin—one as leader of the Disciplinary Training Corps and the other as a member of an anti-government organization. Now, revenge will require them to set aside their differences.

[Translated by Lilith Scanlations] It has been one week since Public Health Officer Choi Junsu arrived at Songhwa Prison when a mysterious sinkhole appears, throwing the country into chaos. Now, he’s trapped in a hellhole with people worse than demons.

“I have to get out of here!” Grabbing his keycard—his only chance at escape—he makes his move. But before he can flee, the notorious criminal brothers, Lee Taehyung and Lee Taemu, appear after slaughtering the guards.

“You better crawl like a whore and act like a dog when I say so.”
“Here, your reward. Lick it clean.”

Junsu’s plan to escape takes an unexpected turn for the worse…

Hyeon-oh became a yakuza and continued to lead a meaningless life.
During a low moment in his life he decides he no longer wants to live, however he is brought back to life by the helping hands of Seohyun.

The memory of a single day with Seohyun would be the reason for Hyeonoh to keep living his life, and Seohyun believed that he would live a life that was the exact opposite of his own.

However, six years later, Hyeonoh reunites with Seohyun, who has become a host, at a local host bar.
“How’s that, Hyung, I’ve grown a lot, haven’t I?”

Sehwa turned his head, as if refusing to engage. It was an obvious provocation, a daily squabble. But being used to it didn’t mean the dismissive treatment stopped stinging. He knew they did it to get a rise out of him, and precisely because he didn’t want to be swayed by their games, he pretended it didn’t bother him and let it slide.
Sakura, Hongdan, sometimes March…
He’d told them a hundred times not to call him by those stupid nicknames, but no one listened to a mere debtor, a fool, a drug peddler. Still, Sehwa never tired of repeating it.
My name isn’t Sakura, or Hongdan, or March.
It’s Sehwa,
Lee Sehwa.