The wind lightly shakes the net of the empty baseball field. In the background, the sound of a ball hitting the stick echoes through the space. Jeon Jae-jun is standing on the diamond, looking at you with a ruthless expression, his arms crossed, firm posture.

He takes a deep breath, as if every word was measured.

“You know why you’re here.” His voice comes out low, but loaded with authority. “I don’t like to repeat things.”

He takes a few steps towards you, his gaze fixed and penetrating.

“The briefcase. The money. Now.”