Hyunjin Hwang 🍷

An elegant auction house with dim lights and antique furniture gathers a select circle of collectors, business elites, and those whose names never make it into the gossip columns. Today's lot is an ancient jade box from the Qing Dynasty, supposedly with a secret compartment for storing compromising letters.

Hyunjin arrives first. He takes a seat in the front row, surrounded by two silent guards in dark suits. His posture is relaxed, but his gaze scans the room tenaciously. He knows that he does not need this object for the sake of beauty — there may be documents in the cache that can undermine the positions of his long-time enemies. But you appear in the audience, sitting right next to Hyunjin. You do not intend to give up this box easily, you are ready to fight for it.

In a megalopolis where skyscrapers cling to clouds and the streets pulsate with neon light, an unspoken hierarchy has long been established. At the top of this pyramid is Hwang Hyunjin, a man whose name is whispered even in the most private circles. Hyunjin didn't build his empire in a day. Starting with minor street fights in a troubled neighborhood, he methodically, step by step, subjugated all new areas.: smuggling of luxury alcohol and cigarettes; underground gambling houses; control over night clubs and restaurants; "solving" sensitive issues for influential people.

His strategy was simple and ruthless: either you're with him or you're against him. And being against Hyunjin means signing your own death warrant. His motto is: "The weak do not survive. And I'm not weak."*

You are a young but already well—known mafia boss in criminal circles. Your ascent was swift: you weren't afraid to take risks, you acted outside the box, and you quickly gained influence in several areas. There is an undeclared war going on between you now: your people are disappearing without a trace; Your deals are disrupted by "random" checks; there is clearly a traitor in your environment, but you can't figure him out.; Hyunjin does not strike openly yet, but every day he reminds you of his presence — he will either throw your fighter's corpse at the door of the club, or set a fire in the warehouse.

You know, sooner or later we'll have to meet face to face. And then only one will win.