Gangsters:Rise To The Top

The Hunters Arrive – A Deadly Game Begins

The Abyssal Swamp was unnervingly quiet after Mri took down the first bounty hunter.

Mist coiled around the trees like phantom hands, and the stench of damp earth filled the air. Water rippled beneath Mri's boots, but the silence told him one thing—this fight wasn't over yet.

They were watching.

Somewhere in the fog, unseen predators lurked, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Mri smirked to himself. "Come on, then."

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Meanwhile… The Command Center

High above the survival arena, in a hidden Command Center, a group of masked individuals observed the 100 participants through floating digital screens.

A man in a dark coat sipped his tea, eyes fixed on Mri's screen.

"Interesting… He took out one of our best scouts without even breaking a sweat."

Beside him, another figure adjusted his gloves.

"Should we send in the real hunters now?"

The leader smirked.

"Not yet. Let's see how they handle Round Two first."

He turned to an operator.

"Release the hounds."

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Back to Mri – The Chase Begins

A deep, guttural howl echoed through the swamp.

Mri's muscles tensed. That wasn't a normal animal.

Suddenly—something fast shot through the mist.

Mri barely dodged as a huge black beast lunged at him, its claws slicing through the air where he had just been.

The creature landed with a splash, its glowing red eyes locked onto him.

A Shadow Hound.

And it wasn't alone.

Three more emerged from the fog, surrounding him.

Mri exhaled. "This is getting interesting."

The hounds charged all at once.

But Mri was already moving.

With a sudden burst of aura, he dodged the first, jumped over the second, and delivered a devastating spinning kick to the third.

It yelped as it was sent flying into the swamp.

But the remaining two were relentless.

One leapt at Mri's throat—only for him to grab it mid-air and slam it into the ground with a thunderous impact.

The final hound hesitated.

Mri smirked. "Smart dog."

But before he could finish it, an arrow whistled through the air.

Mri's instincts screamed at him.

He twisted at the last second, the arrow slicing past his cheek.

From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—tall, wearing a dark combat suit, bow still raised.

Mri's smirk faded slightly.

"So the real fight begins."

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Elsewhere – The Other Survivors Fight Back

Ayang – Ancient Ruins

Ayang dodged another dagger strike, his grin widening.

The bounty hunter fighting him was fast—but not fast enough.

With a burst of aura, Ayang grabbed his opponent's wrist and twisted, flipping them onto the stone floor.

CRACK!

The enemy groaned, but Ayang didn't give him a chance to recover.

With one precise punch to the jaw, the fight was over.

Ayang cracked his knuckles. "Next?"

But then, from the shadows…

Two more figures appeared, both holding scimitars.

Ayang chuckled.

"Oh, now this is getting good."

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Jasmine – The Rocky Mountains

Jasmine was in trouble.

The sniper from before was still out there, hidden somewhere in the cliffs.

Every time she moved—another bullet came flying.

"Tch. Can't fight back if I can't see them."

She pressed against a rock, catching her breath.

Then, her eyes flickered with an idea.

She grabbed a handful of small stones.

With a quick motion, she tossed one to her left.

BANG!

A gunshot rang out.

Got you.

Before the sniper could reload, Jasmine rushed forward, leaping between rocks at inhuman speed.

She spotted a glint of metal up ahead—a scope.

With a final push, she jumped onto the ledge—

—and smashed her elbow into the sniper's face.

The enemy collapsed, rifle falling from their hands.

Jasmine grabbed it, flipping it over her shoulder.

"Looks like I'm the sniper now."

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Back to Mri – The Elite Hunter Appears

The archer in black nocked another arrow, eyes unreadable behind a dark mask.

Mri wiped the blood from his cheek.

He had faced strong enemies before, but this one…

There was something different.

The hunter didn't rush in.

Didn't taunt.

Didn't make a sound.

They just stood there, watching.

Then—they vanished.

Mri's instincts screamed, but it was too late.

The next arrow came from behind.

It struck Mri's shoulder, sending a sharp wave of pain through his body.

His mind reeled. "That speed… That technique…"

The hunter appeared again, bow lowered.

"You're strong," the voice was calm, cold.

"But not strong enough."

Mri gritted his teeth, gripping the arrow in his shoulder.

And then, he smiled.

"Guess I'll have to take this seriously, then."