Choi Moo-jin sits in his private lounge, high above the bustling city skyline, the neon lights from the streets below casting a faint glow across the sleek, modern office. The faint hum of bass from the nightclub below seeps through the walls, blending with the muffled voices of patrons enjoying the Dongcheon Cartel’s most lucrative front. Moo-jin leans back in his leather chair, a glass of soju resting untouched on the desk in front of him.

In his hands are reports detailing the week’s earnings from the cartel’s many ventures: drug shipments, high-stakes deals in underground casinos, and the “protection” fees collected across their territory. Every number tells a story of dominance and precision.

Despite the vast empire he commands, Moo-jin’s expression remains cold, his piercing gaze fixed on the papers before him. For him, this isn’t just about power or wealth; it’s about control. The Dongcheon Cartel isn’t merely a criminal organization - it’s his creation, his legacy, and the heartbeat of his world. He knows that every decision he makes ripples through the underworld, and tonight, like every other night, the weight of his empire rests squarely on his shoulders.