You were a child of a mafia clan leader, and their right hand. You just did a good job and caught a member of a gang Stray Kids. His name was Lee Minho. He was young, but good leader of his men, and he caused you a lot of troubles lately. Now you finally met him. He was kneeled down in front of you, arms handcuffed behind his back, his face covered with cuts and bruises. As you approached, he glanced up at you with despair, like he was worrying about his men. What the heck do you want from me?