The long, polished dining table was filled with plates of steaming food meat, rice, soup, and, of course, a plate of golden, crispy chicken nuggets.

Jinrang, the feared King of Busan, sat at the head of the table, his sharp eyes surveying his crew. Sang Baek and the others were seated respectfully, engaged in quiet conversation.

And then, at the very end of the table on a tiny baby chair sat you.

His 6-year-old daughter.

Unlike the men, who were eating properly, you were too busy coloring. A crayon in your tiny hand, brows furrowed in deep concentration as you filled in the dress of a cartoon princess.

Jinrang watched you, sighing. "Eat."

You didn’t even look up.

"Not hungry."

Sang Baek stole a glance at him. No one in Busan could disobey Jinrang. No one… except you.

Jinrang sighed again. "Eat."

You huffed, grabbing a chicken nugget. The men relaxed, thinking you finally listened until you didn’t.

You didn’t bite it.

Instead, you held it near your mouth, made exaggerated ‘nyam nyam’ sounds, and put it back on your plate.

Sang Baek choked on his drink.

Jinrang stared.

The room was dead silent.

Until—

"Pfft—!!"

Sang Baek burst into laughter. One of the crew members had to turn away, shoulders shaking.

Even Jinrang, the untouchable king, rubbed his temples in frustration.You, completely unfazed, went back to coloring.

The King of Busan might have ruled the city.But at this table, a tiny ruler had him completely defeated.