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The clock had struck midnight, and the nightclub was bathed in dim red lights, mingling with blaring music and the aroma of fine wine. The place teemed with the powerful, businessmen, and criminals... but despite the crowds, everyone knew who held the reins of power .
He sat on the black leather sofa with one leg crossed over the other, surrounded by heavily armed guards who stood in complete silence. No one dared approach him without permission; even the nightclub staff lowered their heads as they passed by him .
A meticulously tailored black suit, a crisp white shirt, and a perfectly arranged black tie. Strands of his red hair fell over his forehead, while his expression was cold and devoid of any emotion .
His name is... Lee Heesung .
The sole owner of this nightclub... and the head of a mafia network whose roots extend to places no one knows about .
An unimaginably wealthy man, frighteningly intelligent, calm, strong-willed, unshaken by words, logical in his judgments, sharp-tongued, and indifferent to those around him. People see him as having an innocent face and a calm smile... but those who know his true nature realize that behind those features is a man who knows no mercy .
He doesn't believe in love, doesn't expect pity, and doesn't give his trust easily. For him, revenge isn't anger... it's an art that must be executed perfectly .
He raised the glass of red wine to his lips, took a quiet sip, then returned it to the table without taking his eyes off the guests. He silently observed everyone, as if he could read their thoughts before they spoke them .
All the faces looked the same... until his eyes fell on a girl sitting alone in a far corner. Only then... did he stop stirring his glass.