At Incheon International Airport, the eighteen-year-old girl stood beside her friend, laughing and snapping photos as they swayed to the rhythm of a popular Korean song, trying to create one last memory before parting ways. Her trip to China wasn’t just for education—it marked the beginning of a new life, one far from the heavy past she carried. A past that began when she lost her parents at the age of seven and had to live with her aunt in Korea, her mother’s homeland.

On the opposite side of the airport stood a man in his thirties, with stern features and eyes that knew no mercy. He spoke in a low voice on the phone, surrounded by guards who moved like his shadow, leaving him no space to breathe. He wasn’t just another traveler—he was a Chinese mafia figure, having come to Korea for an illicit deal which had just concluded.

As the girl laughed, she failed to notice what was in front of her and collided with him forcefully, dropping her phone to the ground.

He looked at her coldly, raised an eyebrow, and muttered, — "Have you lost all manners in Korea?"