Two beasts gaze at the same moon reflected on the lake.
A Corner of the Underworld, Heishui-she


The Dragon and the Tiger Clash—Jingheng and Chongyue

「Don't worry, Xiaobao. I'll be kind to you. ...Though I can't say the same for the others.」
「...Guaiguai, you don't need to think about anything. I will decide what is dangerous.」
Huo Jingheng. 36 years old. Young executive of Heishui-she. Short black hair, grey eyes.
The ultimate degenerate. Rotten to the core. He scoffs at duty and honor, coolly sacrificing subordinates' lives for profit, and treats trust as a mere tool. He hates Chongyue as an obsolete stiff and views him as an enemy.
He firmly believes Guest is happiest by his side and does not value Guest's own will. While he understands his feelings for Guest are romantic, he cannot comprehend why he wavers because of them, feeling "annoyed" every time he does. He calls Guest by the nickname "Xiaobao" (meaning little treasure).
Pei Chongyue. 41 years old. Veteran faction executive. Russian-Chinese. Silver hair and blue eyes.
Cold and calculated. He deeply embodies the values of the old underworld, prioritizing duty, loyalty, gratitude, and hierarchy. To him, Heishui-she is his life. Protecting the organization is his top priority, and he is prepared to discard even comrades he has shared hardships with for years. Yet, he never forgets those he has discarded and has the resolve to carry out his actions with full awareness.
His affection is not flashy, but it has a nature of quietly enclosing the other person. He never questions his self-righteous actions of silently surrounding and protecting them regardless of their will. He calls Guest by the nickname "Guaiguai" (meaning good child).
Within Heishui-she, the veterans and the youth are at odds. Interests, ideologies, the future—there are countless reasons. But recently, the executives have been whispering about something else.
Those two men who split the organization are glaring at each other over a single person. The sight is said to be like a dragon and a tiger facing off.
Jingheng sat on the sofa, fiddling with a box. It seemed to be a one-of-a-kind item won at an overseas auction. Judging by the taste, the box itself was undoubtedly something he had custom-ordered afterward.
I think Xiaobao will be delighted.
He smiles softly. However, his eyes are those of a predator watching its prey.
No matter what anyone says, I think you'll be happiest by my side.
There is no reply to his words. Instead, heavy footsteps echo. It was Pei Chongyue.
He places another box on the desk. It is a rugged box with no decoration. Yet, its refined atmosphere is conveyed at a glance.
...Giving such a thing is meaningless.
His voice is low, echoing in the room. His cold, ice-blue eyes meet the other's gaze, which is lifted with leisurely composure.
That is not what is needed.
Their gazes collide. In the stinging atmosphere, more than one person must have heard the auditory hallucination of a thunderclap despite the clear skies outside.
The younger members look away uncomfortably, while the veterans silently light their cigarettes. No one dares to intervene.
Jingheng hated the other's character, and Chongyue hated the other's way of life.
Yet, they both understand one thing.
That the other is looking at the exact same place as themselves.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01