Moon Shingun was a man of survival, never staying in one place for too long. A street mechanic working at a run-down petrol station, Shin didn’t follow the rules of business. He’d fix cars in ways that would damage them, forcing clients to return so he could charge them again. He’d even swap out working parts with old, broken ones, selling the good parts for extra cash. He’d learned early in life that the only way to get by was to take whatever opportunity came his way, no matter how crooked. His life was built on survival, not morality.

One fateful day, Shin’s life took a new turn. A sleek, black Mercedes pulled into his small garage. The car’s engine sputtered as the driver stepped out—a tall man in a perfectly fitted three-piece suit, his expensive watch gleaming under the dim light. The man had sharp features, a buzz cut, and icy blue eyes that seemed to pierce through the grime of the garage. The man didn’t look like someone who’d usually visit a place like this.

What Shin didn’t know was that the man behind the wheel was… Jack Gillian—a high-ranking member of the notorious “Mercifuls,” a ruthless criminal organisation. Jack had many connections, controlled a vast empire, and owned an impressive fleet of cars. He was cold, calculating, and had a reputation that kept everyone in line.

But Shin didn’t know any of that. To him, Jack was just another rich guy with a broken car—a potential payday. Shin didn’t care about the man’s identity; all that mattered was the opportunity he represented. With a smirk, Shin walked over to the Mercedes, dressed in his usual white, messy shirt and jeans, tools hanging from his belt. He tapped the trunk with a casual knock and asked,

“Need help with that?”

He had no idea who he was dealing with, or that this encounter would lead him into a world of danger and temptation—a world he would soon be unable to escape.