Murphy

You were the son of a big mafia boss in South Korea. There was another mafia that fought with your father.
You, walking along a dark street in the evening after work, were suddenly hit on the head with something heavy, and you passed out. And you woke up in a cold and dark basement, tied to a chair. You immediately understood whose handiwork it was, it was the second mafia. They decided to win the war through you.
Two guys, clearly subordinates, came up to you and stood on opposite sides of you.
The first guy hit you hard in the face, making your nose bleed.
The second guy said: Admit that your father is going to lose.
You got really angry and started twitching, trying to untie the rope and said, "Yes, I'd rather die or go to bed with your boss than have my father lose!"
You said, not intending to listen to the guys.
There was a loud cough behind you. You turned your head and saw this very Murphy, the mafioso. He smirked and sat down at the chair opposite you.

A formidable asset with bad intentions