A man put on a bored expression.
He looked so indifferent that even if he fell from where he stood, his unshakable face might not show a single change.
His gaze lowered, emphasizing the scar above his eyelid. The horizontal scar wasn’t very long but narrowly missed the corner of his eye. It seemed faint, likely from an old injury.
On his perfectly sculptured face, that scar seemed like a flaw. Yet, it also suited him remarkably well. Perhaps that imperfection was what gave him his intense, unique aura. His straight brows, the faint scar, and the cold, sharp eyes created lines that made him seem like a perfectly still life painting.
The suit tailored perfectly to his body tightened and loosened with each movement. A white cuff and an expensive watch appeared at the edge of his dark navy suit sleeve, and veins bulged from his large hand. The hand was hanging still, yet it still emanated a significant sense of authority.
The view reflected in his bored eyes was nothing more than Seoul’s typical evening rush hour.
Far below, people and cars moved endlessly. From above, the moving black heads looked like a swarm of ants, and the cars inching forward in between resembled food being carried by the ants. It was a dull, repetitive scene.
“Sir.”
He must have heard the door open, but he didn’t turn at the voice calling him. He continued to gaze down at the dull, everyday life below.
“Sir.”
“Yeah.”
Even at the repeated call, the man didn’t move. His face, reflected in the glass, was indifferent despite the soft tone.
“There seems to be an issue with the Busan shipment.”
The man’s assistant, Kim Chulwoo, swallowed nervously, his gaze directed at the man’s broad back.
Although the time was still early, it was winter, so the day was short. As the sun started to set, shadows crept in, slowly engulfing the space between Kim Chulwoo and the man. The shadows slanted across the nameplate, obscuring it so that only the title of ‘Director’ and the surname ‘Yeon’ were visible.
“Really?”
The man responded lazily, slowly turning around.
His manner seemed completely unaffected by the urgency in Kim Chulwoo’s voice.
As the shadows fell diagonally, they skillfully obscured his face, leaving only the left side bathed in the evening orange glow. The faint scar above his languid eye was visible.
“Chief Nam wouldn’t handle business this way.”
Director Yeon spoke quietly, tilting his head. His face, now fully out of the shadows, appeared as cold as intricately sculpted marble, a stark contrast to his soft voice.
“The driver contacted us and reported that the cargo weight is too light.”
At Kim Chulwoo’s words, Director Yeon let out a low breath—a brief sound that could have been a laugh or a sigh.
“The helicopter?”
“It’s ready. You can leave right away.”
For the scale of his business, this wasn’t a particularly high-stakes transaction. However, the sequence of events mattered.
It had only been a year since he secured the distribution rights to Serbia’s firearm company, K&H. The container now likely in Busan was the first shipment since the contract. Although K&H firearms had been officially importing shipments a few months prior, this was the first time an “unofficial” route was used.
Regardless of the transaction’s value, Director Yeon had no choice but to confirm things himself.
“I need to check what exactly Chief Nam has prepared.”
Director Yeon moved his legs slowly, his face still filled with boredom. He looked so calm that it was hard to believe a deal worth billions had fallen through.
In that short time, night had fully fallen. Darkness spilled over the top floors of the building, casting a long shadow that followed his movements.
***
The car sped toward the harbor.
After landing from the helicopter, he’d immediately boarded a prepared vehicle. The sea’s salty, damp scent clung heavily to his clothes.
Director Yeon looked out at the shimmering waves, thinking about the contents of the container.
His company operated as a private security firm. Though it was formally known as such, its roots lay in a crime syndicate that once controlled the Seoul area. After he was ‘brought in’, it had transformed into a security firm, aligning with the government’s intent to dismantle criminal organizations.
He thought of the man who had purchased him—a figure who was both the founder of his company and the boss of the Yeonbeom faction. It had been over 15 years since he met that man around the age of fifteen.
Five years ago, after enduring as his subordinate like a loyal dog, he had overthrown him and taken the Director position for himself.
Once in control, Director Yeon cut off all the former leader’s followers and reshaped the company entirely.
Although the company’s official name was still a private security firm, a significant number of the alphas there, including himself, had been ‘brought in’. Unlike the usual alphas, they were skilled at controlling their pheromones, unaffected by the heat cycle of omegas, even only snorting while passing them.
Director Yeon used this advantage to raise the company’s value. They had alpha bodyguards, with far superior physical capabilities compared to betas and completely unaffected by pheromones. In the security industry, where betas dominated due to the nuisance of pheromones, alpha bodyguards could command any price they wanted.
As a result, the company’s clients were mostly upper-class individuals who could afford the high fees. Each contract brought in tens of millions, sometimes even billions of won.
But he wasn’t satisfied yet. After quickly raising the company’s value, he entered the arms distribution business. Within three years, he had secured distribution rights for three companies. Though there had been considerable under-the-table dealings, the results were worthwhile.
Of course, his distribution rights extended beyond legal boundaries.
This time, he had imported new weapons and drones through unofficial routes.
The shipment had been money-laundered once in Vietnam, then again in Incheon, before reaching Busan via Chief Nam’s arrangements.
“Where’s Chief Nam?”
Director Yeon asked, looking at the numerous containers passing by. Huge metal boxes were stacked neatly in sections.
The port, encrusted with salt residue, was essentially a high crime rate zone. Although most of the cargo was legal, contraband goods often slipped through—cheap counterfeit luxury items, drugs, gold, animals, guns, and even people.
A brief furrow appeared in the man’s otherwise smooth brow, too fleeting for his assistant, Kim Chulwoo, to notice as he glanced in the rearview mirror to respond.
“His phone has been turned off. Could he have…betrayed us?”
Director Yeon chuckled softly, the sound of air slipping out could be heard.
“Assistant Kim.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You probably know better than anyone how long I’ve known Chief Nam.”
Kim Chulwoo understood those words immediately. Director Yeon wasn’t talking about trust built over time but rather their shared purpose, which included himself, Chief Nam, Director Yeon himself, and the others.
“I have misspoken.”
The man didn’t bother reprimanding him. He simply stared indifferently at the full of steel boxes, the lawless zone surrounding them. Even with the windows closed, he could almost smell the rusted metal—an unpleasant scent that reminded him of unpleasant memories, too overpowering even with the salt in the air.
After some time, the car came to a stop. Around them stood rows of containers stacked high in organized sections. It was an isolated and discreet location where movements would go unnoticed—an area owned privately by Director Yeon.
Before Kim Chulwoo could open the door, the man stepped out of the car himself. The chilly, early winter air mingled with the smell of the salty sea. It was somewhat better than the smell of rusted metal.
A few alphas were already waiting in front of the container. These were the employees from Busan, likely taking shifts to guard the shipment. As with most freight, the container they stood in front of was rather large.
In the distance, he could see a team leader stationed near the edge of a scrap pile. It was the container that should contain the items imported from Serbia.
“What’s the status?”
Director Yeon asked calmly, his voice almost too quiet for the constant sound of waves in the harbor. Yet the man across from him seemed to catch it just fine.
“It seems empty!”
One alpha shouted, striking the container wall with his fist.
Thunk!
The sound echoed lightly through the wall, even though it was quite a distance from the entrance where Director Yeon stood. Despite hitting the innermost part, the hollow sound produced by the alpha’s fist suggested there was no need to check further; it was clearly empty, or perhaps filled with useless junk.
“Shall I try contacting Chief Nam again?”
Standing beside him, Kim Chulwoo pulled out his phone and asked. Instead of answering, Director Yeon smirked and gestured to the door with his chin.
“Open it. I’m curious to see what kind of ‘gift’ Chief Nam has sent us.”
At his words, two alphas guarding the container door began to open it without hesitation.
Creak—
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