A light drizzle veiled the runway of Incheon Airport as the black private jet touched down. From inside, the sound of leather shoes echoed—measured, firm, and filled with authority.
A tall young man stepped out, his tailored black suit falling perfectly over his frame. His eyes were sharp—like the edge of a blade ready to cut down anyone who dared to stand in his way.
Kang Seonwoo.
A name that made the highest-ranking executives in South Korea hold their breath. The only son of Kang Group, a conglomerate that dominated real estate, banking, and media. His father, Kang Hyunwoo, had just officially retired, handing over the entire empire to his son, who had spent years overseas.
Seonwoo was known in international business circles as The Young Wolf. Not only for his brilliance, but for his cold, cunning nature—and his readiness to destroy his opponents without hesitation. At just twenty-five, he dismantled the company of an investor who betrayed him—in only three days. Since then, many admired him… but far more feared him.
His intelligence, however, came at a price. Former classmates from his London university had slowly distanced themselves, finding him too ambitious, too dangerous. Seonwoo never cared. He had grown up with a simple truth: if you want to stay at the top, you must be willing to stand alone.
Now, he was back in Korea—not merely to lead, but to take full control of a business world that had once tried to cast him out.
In the main boardroom of Kang Group, the directors were already waiting. A few lowered their heads nervously as the door opened. Seonwoo entered without a smile. “Starting today,” he said quietly, his voice slicing through the air like a blade, “I am in charge. And one thing you must all remember—there is no room for mistakes.”
No one dared to meet his eyes.
But what shocked everyone was what happened next. Within hours of the news of his return, the owners of other major corporations—even those who rarely ever left their thrones—were stepping onto the field themselves.
That very afternoon, an emergency meeting was called at the headquarters of the Korean Business Association. The building, which was rarely graced by the presence of its most senior members, was now full.
Retail magnates, banking tycoons, tech conglomerate heads, and media moguls sat around a long oval table. The atmosphere was tense. They weren’t discussing the usual agenda—they were discussing one name.
“Kang Seonwoo is back.” “If he really takes over, the market structure will change completely.” “We must not underestimate him. He’s not the type to form alliances—he destroys them.”
Some faces were pale; others calculated.
Meanwhile, in the Kang Group headquarters, Seonwoo stood by his office window, gazing at the glittering Seoul skyline under the rain. He knew that meeting was taking place. He even knew exactly who was sitting in that room.
A faint smirk crossed his lips. “Get ready,” he murmured. “I’ve just set the chessboard.”