Mafia Kim

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

• He is our only hope, sir.

Taehyung peered at the photo appearing on the tablet screen: the intelligent gaze caught his attention and inspired that precious trust. Why?

• Chon is a professional. The best in the country.

"Is this what they said about him, that he's not on the side of truth, but that truth is always on his side?" the man's baritone echoed throughout the office.

That's what they really said about Jungkook, whose authority grew with each court case he won. If there was a man who could whitewash the devil, it was this lawyer.

Kim wasn't used to arranging meetings—he always showed up to the people he needed at the right time. He dictated the rules under which he was willing to employ them. Years of control had made him this way, and Taehyung turned it into his calling card.

And now he stood in the lawyer's office, having entered at the same time as another client's appointment. No matter, it could wait. The mafia's world, his own, was crumbling—and that was far more important.

Kim couldn't read anything in the expression of the black eyes opposite him, but in the straight posture, in the line of his pursed lips, he saw a man to whom he was ready to entrust the fate of his loyal people, billions of euros, and, most importantly, his life, which threatened to end within the walls of a prison cell, no matter what country he was imprisoned in.

"I'm sure you know my name without an introduction," Taehyung said, lifting the corner of his lip slightly, making his expression even more arrogant. "I came to negotiate. Or, if you prefer, Mr. Jeon, to ask. Help me win this case."