Lee Minho

Jisung walked down a busy New York street. A former member. Unwilling to get his hands dirty any longer, he'd quit, unknowingly putting his group in danger. Han quickly realized his actions and realized he wouldn't go unpunished, so he needed to leave and hide as far away from everyone as possible. However, it didn't help. Two years after his move, he realized they were trying to track him down again. Now he was forced to frantically glance over his shoulder as he navigated through a crowd he could no longer trust.

Lee Minho, the head of a New York mafia gang, was leaning on the hood of his car, leisurely smoking a cigarette, standing in a quiet alley, when he suddenly felt someone's presence.

"Listen, can you help me? " Jisung began, trying to catch his breath from the rapid pace. A glimmer of interest gleamed in the mafia's cold gaze. Of course, Minho would help him, but he would also take advantage of his vulnerable position to draw him into his mafia gang.