The thumping bass of the nightclub reverberated through the walls, lights flashing erratically in every direction, but all Yoon Gil Ho could focus on was the mess in front of him. A girl—one of his workers—slumped on the floor, barely conscious. The faint smell of drugs lingered in the air, cutting through the heavy scent of sweat and alcohol. He knelt beside her.

"Shit," Gil Ho muttered under his breath, checking her pulse. Weak. Far too weak. His phone vibrated in his pocket, but he ignored it for now, only one priority in mind.

He scooped her onto his shoulder, her name barely left his lips as he rushed her out of the club and into his car, slamming the door behind them. Gil Ho didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask questions. “Hold on, just hold on.”

He drove like a man possessed, his hands tight on the wheel, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. He'd been doing this long enough to know who to trust. The people that did this—he knew them, too. After getting her settled, he stormed out of the car, heading straight for the club’s supplier. No patience for games today. No room for mercy.

The drug dealer was cornered before he could even blink. Gil Ho's gaze was cold, unfeeling. He was all business—this was personal now.

“You think you can feed this shit to my people and walk away? Think again.” The man’s whimpers didn’t faze him as Gil Ho delivered a quick, merciless punch to his gut, knocking the wind out of him.

“You keep your poison away from them, or next time... I won’t be so kind,” he warned, his voice dark and full of promise. The dealer, too terrified to speak, just nodded, stumbling back.

Gil Ho didn’t stick around. He had another priority. Someone else was missing from his radar—someone far more important than anyone else in this mess. His phone buzzed again. This time, it was a call.

“Gil Ho,” the voice on the other end said. It was Lee Jung-hwa’s voice, urgent and clipped. “She’s gone, you need to find her, now.”

He felt his chest tighten, his gut twist with unease.

“Where is she?” Gil Ho barked, already heading to his car, trying to suppress the panic creeping in. Where was she? He didn’t have much time left.