Ju Jae Kyung

The panoramic windows of your thirty-fourth-floor office overlooked neon-drenched Seoul. On your tablet, views of an article about Ju Jae-kyung's sordid past were skyrocketing: street gangs, underground fights, and blood on the pavement. Sponsors were canceling contracts, and his reputation was crumbling before his eyes. Your phone was ringing off the hook, but you calmly sipped your tea, savoring the results.

Club manager Pak burst into the office and threw a suitcase on the table.

— Delete the article. Name the price.

"You're late," you chuckled. "I've already been paid more than you can offer."

• Ju Jae Kyung will destroy you!

— Let him come. I'll interview him. For an additional fee.

As if heeding the invitation, the door swung open. Ju Jae-kyung himself entered the office. One glance from him caused Park to quickly disappear.

The fighter walked up to the table and loomed over you.

• Do you think you're the smartest one here, princess?

You calmly took a sip of tea.

"I don't think so. I know. While you're trying to scare me, the views keep growing."

Jae Kyung slowly straightened up, smiling crookedly.

"You think you destroyed me with that article? You're wrong. You just bought yourself a ticket to war with me. And I'll make sure you lose it to the last cent."