Gangsung's POV

After checking the child's pulse he picked the boy up. He easily held him over one shoulder. It surprised Gangsung that he could carry the boy so easily. As Goomoonryong's disciple, the child should have more muscle on him. Yet he was lighter than a feather.

There was a safe house nearby. With all of the Murim Alliance looking for the boy it wouldn't take them long to pick him up. If what he suspected was true the boy would not live long. The alliance would either kill him outright for the techniques he knew. Or they would break his ki center and leave him to die a slow, excruciatingly slow, and painful death. That was if he survived the initial break.

Either way, it would be a waste of talent. The child had stamina that most masters could only dream of. On top of that, he adapted quickly to situations that threw others for a loop. Despite wanting to he could not go against the alliance.

When he arrived at the safe house two young men were already there. Both were in their twenties and still disciples of their respective masters. It would be a few more years before they could start making a name for themselves yet.

The taller one with blond hair asked surprised, "Gangsung-er is that him?"

Gangsung walked over to a nearby couch and gently laid the boy down. Then he replied calmly, "Yes this is him. Can you contact the Alliance now?"

"Yes sir."

They left him immediately. His eyes watched the boy's slow deep breaths. He was unconscious but was truly ready to fight to the end. Unrefined talent with remarkable spirit. It was a shame they had not found him before Goomoonryong. On the other hand, he was a fitting apprentice to the man.

The screeching of tires drew his attention. It seemed a car was already in the area. Good, that meant less of a chance for the kid to escape.

Two men entered. One growled, "We got here as soon as we could. Where is the little bastard?"

They were older than the two youths with him. These two were in their thirties. By the feel of their ki, they would never make master, however. Just people to carry on the bloodlines it would seem.

The blond replied surprised, "You guys came hella fast. Here he is."

The newcomers took the boy with quiet words of thanks. Gangsung walked them out to their van but didn't get in with them. A car would be sent separately for them. Even if those two weren't masters they could take on the boy if he woke.

The two youths were complaining. They thought that they should have gone too. No that wasn't the Alliance's way. Prisoners and men were transported separately.

Part of him was surprised. Those two looked like Torrent clan members. If he remembered correctly their Head of clan was refusing to take part in the hunt. That in itself was unusual but they didn't have time to question it.

The blond said as they began walking inside, "Gangsung, you must be tired. Let's go back inside and have some tea."

Ah, so the boy was finally remembering his manners. A cup of tea sounded good. Chasing children in the rain was not good for his health. He was nowhere as young as these two were.

When they reached the door to the safe house more cars pulled up. This couldn't be the cars for them. They are in one of the last perimeters.

A man in a dark suit was first out of the car and he inquired, "Where's the kid?"

Did they not get the word? The boy was just picked up.

The next words sent chills down his spine in realization, "What? We came here because they told us you had the kid. We were told to bring him back."

The blond man asked confused, "What? Didn't you guys just pick him up?"

The newcomer growled, "I'm not sure what you are talking about. We came as soon as we got the dispatch."

It couldn't be... had the Torrent clan betrayed the Alliance?

Izuku's POV

When he came to his body was stiff but mostly undamaged. By the sounds around him, they were in a car. Were they taking him as a hostage, now?

He could feel his ki moving sluggishly throughout his body. It wasn't as low as it had been before he passed out. It was still lower than he would have liked. He needed to recover some of his energy if he wanted to get free again.

A voice asked from in front of him, "Hey you awake kid? Don't worry we aren't kidnappers."

He snarled in return opening his green eyes, "Where is this? Who are you guys?"

Looking at them he realized that they were some of the people from the bridge. Not the ones that had dragged him behind their motorcycles but from the same group.

The man's reply was drowned out by the radio, "Sector S-5. Suspect has escaped in a vehicle. I repeat suspect has escaped in a vehicle. Car model is Starcraft van. Currently in pursuit."

The driver snapped angrily, "Shit! I knew this was going to happen! There was no way this reckless plan was going to work."

The one who told him not to worry growled back, "Shut up! As long as we can get out of the blockade."

Looking out the window he could see black vans that caught up. This was the Murim people. So these two were telling the truth.

Why? Why would they risk their lives to save his? He wasn't anything more than a bargaining chip to the Murim people.

The cars moved from behind them to in front. Watching cop shows while running on the treadmill allowed him to realize what they were going to try to do. A pit maneuver. Already one van was getting in front of them while the other was tapping the side of their van.

With a forceful shove, their van spun making him dizzy. When he could see again he found they were trapped in. They could hear the shouting from outside of their van. The two men didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, the driver came back to where he was sitting. He grabbed Izuku up by the collar of his shirt and moved them to the very back of the van.

He could not honestly say he was surprised by what he saw. There were two mini motorcycles.

The man whispered with a deadly serious look in his eyes, "If you want to live you need to come with us. If you go with them, they will kill you. We are trying to get you back to your master. To do that we need your cooperation."

Izuku nodded his jaw set in determination. He could see the honesty in the man's eyes. They might have been his enemy once but they weren't any longer.

The man got on the motorcycle with Izuku right behind him. When the people outside went to open the van doors they shot out. The chase was on once more.

The kid shivered as the biting wind bit into his skin. Rain continued to pelt them. If they were still on foot he would have been grateful for it. Now it was a hindrance. It could be the reason they crashed out instead of getting away.

The other man that had been in the van with him threw what looked like stars in the ground. Screeching of tires sounded in his ears. It was soon followed by the sounds of crunching metal.

The cars behind them had all their tires popped. It must have been a spike strip. A brilliant maneuver to get away from an opponent.

After forty-five minutes of cutting through different alleys, they finally lost their last tails. They went into an alley and parked the bikes.

His driver said nodding to the door, "Come on, kid. We need to get you some clean clothes. Then we can switch cars."

Izuku followed them inside. Once there he couldn't hold back his questions anymore, "Who are you guys? Why are you helping me? I don't have any connections to the Murim world."

They stared at him for a moment like he had grown a second head. Then they laughed. His face went bright red with anger and shame. Why were they laughing at him?

The second man said calming down slightly, "You are the disciple to the infamous villain Goomoonryong. Kid everyone in Murim is looking for you. To say that you have nothing to do with Murim is an insult."

Izuku snarled like a rabid wolf, "Sungsengnim is not a villain."

That was a lie and he knew it. He heard as much from Heo who was a neutral party. Still, he could not allow someone who was supposedly there to save him to bad mouth the man who meant everything to Izuku.

The man waved him off as he said, "Kid, he might not be to you. To the rest of the Murim world, he is. This is unbelievable. Helping Goomoonryong's disciple is beyond me."

"Come on. Let's go warm up the car. I'm freezing."

The two men got in an elevator. When Izuku didn't follow the driver asked, "Kid, aren't you coming in?"

He answered resolutely, "I cannot go with anyone who thinks badly of Sungsengnim. Thank you for saving me. We must part ways here."

He gave a bow of respect to the now panicking men. He hated to just leave them but he knew Chun would be out there looking for him. If he caught up with the man maybe things wouldn't turn into such a disaster.

Both men started speaking at the same time, "Hey now don't do that. It's just what we have heard. Maybe we were a little insensitive. If we don't look after you, we will be killed."

That last sentence caught his attention. He didn't want anyone to die because of him. Least of all those who had rescued him from a terrible fate.

He growled feeling power return to him, "Killed by who?"

The men exchanged glances before replying, "We can't really say. We were ordered to bring you to Goomoonryong."

Both men shouted making his ears ring, "What?! You are saying you don't know where he is?!"

He nodded. The two men went to talk a little way away from him. Who were these pitiful people? Then again, what did that say about him? They had to save him.

His ki reserves were slowly replenishing but it would take time. If he had a place he could sit down and focus it would go by faster. Despite them saving him, he didn't trust them to not try something while he was rebuilding his reserves.

Eventually, he was moved to the car garage. They found a new van waiting for them. Izuku kept his eyes open as he called the ki from his breath into his body. They had given him a grey sweatshirt and jeans. They were a little big but they were dry and warm.

After a few minutes, the black-haired man's phone rang. He answered it and explained the situation. Then he listened. From there kept his focus on the ki in his breath.

The man said, "We have to slip past the net. From there they want us to go to the villa. This guy... is he asleep? How is this laid back person the Dragon's disciple?"

He replied calmly, "I'm refilling my ki reserves. I would rather have as much ki as possible in case we are attacked."

The driver said with a grin, "Smart kid."

The radio let out a burst of static before they heard, "Suspect sighted. Suspect sighted. Suspect headed to district 6-4. Suspect headed to the Koa business tower. I repeat, suspect headed to the Koa business tower."

That wasn't right. They were on the opposite side of town. Why would they be deceiving the entire Alliannce? Unless... it was for his teacher. They were trying to trap, Sungsengnim.

He snapped, "You have to take me to Koa Business Tower!"

Then two men yelled, "Are you insane!"

Despite his denials the two men didn't let him go to the tower. Instead, they were heading away from the tower. He continued to pull more ki into his system ignoring them.

That was until a voice came over the radio, it was colder than the arctic, "Oi, Munju-nims of the Alliance. This is Goomoonryong."

Izuku wanted to shout. It was his teacher. Chun really was around. Then his face fell with the realization. It also meant that his teacher was in danger.

"Oh, Munjus. How does it feel to he's Goomoonryong's voice after so long? Ah, I enjoyed hearing that my disciple is at the business tower. But how come you didn't say anything about the Iron Fist Munju's dead body? You decrepit bitches are always the same. Save your own asses and use dirty tricks. That's why you covered up the Shinmujengpe. Did you think that it would stay quiet? Wait for me at the business tower. I'll show you the Shinmujengpe from that day. I'll show you my full power."

Izuku shivered at the time of his teacher's voice. There was no doubt that the man would do exactly that. His teacher was not one for empty threats.

The driver joked, "He seriously has a death wish. Your master is insane."

A sharp retort was on his lips and then he remembered something. It had been mere luck that he was able to grab it during the escape from his school.

He asked holding out his phone, "Can I charge my phone? This phone... I couldn't pick it up because the battery was dead. If teacher was still around I would have thought he would call."

The other man said knowingly, "Yeah I have a cord."

It only took a few moments for it to turn on again. As soon as it did the missed call notification went off insanely. He could only blink. Why in the hell did he have so many missed calls?

Once again he wished that he knew the numbers to Shiho's phone. She would know what he should do. He could call Heo but that might put Sesol in danger. For the moment he better hold off on checking on her. However, he did have a destination when it came to reuniting with his master.

He said his green eyes hardening, "Take me to the Koa business tower."

The driver snarled, "Kid, what part of no do you not understand? If I take you there we are all going to die."

Izuku said his determination shining through, "Better to die fighting for what you believe in than to be a coward. My teacher taught me that. Either take me to the business tower or stop the car."

His reserves were back at their normal levels. He could fight again without a problem. Their saving him gave him the fighting chance he needed.

Both men were rambling about how they couldn't let him go. It was too much.

Izuku said opening the van door, "Then we part here. Good luck."

Tires screeched to a stop and the two men jumped out. The dark-haired one said, "Hey wait a minute," he didn't stop instead kept running, "Man that brat is either an idiot. Or he is fearless."

Izuku's thoughts rang out, :Sungsengnim... wait for me. Wait for me to get there.: