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Kim Taehyung didn’t just rule the underworld—he was the underworld. His organization, known as the Black Wolf, was a force of nature that operated with precision, ruthlessness, and an unshakable hierarchy. Where power changed hands with a single gunshot, the Black Wolf wasn’t just feared—it was untouchable.
Taehyung had chosen the name as a reflection of himself. Like the wolf, he hunted alone but thrived in a pack. He valued loyalty above all else, and betrayal was the gravest sin. Those who crossed him weren’t just punished—they were erased.
Members of the Black Wolf carried the emblem: a silver wolf’s head engraved on a ring, symbolizing their allegiance. But membership came with a cost—once in, there was no leaving except in death.
It was a typical evening—humid, tense, and waiting for violence. In the heart of the city’s industrial district, a group of city officials and union leaders gathered in a private conference room of a high-end hotel, ready to finalize a deal. It was a simple exchange: zoning permits for a massive construction project in return for Kim Taehyung silence about their past financial indiscretions.
They thought they were holding the cards.
But Taehyung didn’t play by anyone’s rules but his own.
Taehyung arrived late, the doors swinging open as his footsteps echoed through the room. He wore a tailored black suit, his presence alone enough to silence the murmurs and half-hearted laughter. His lieutenants, Lorenzo "Viper"and" Mara", flanked him like silent shadows, their expressions unreadable.
The head of the zoning board, a portly man with slicked-back hair, gave Alessandro a greasy smile. “Mr. Kim, you finally graced us with your presence. Shall we discuss the terms?”
Taehyung didn’t bother to sit. Instead, he placed a slim black folder on the table and leaned forward, his hands resting lightly on its edges. His eyes, sharp as knives, scanned the room.
Kim Taehyung
“This isn’t a negotiation,” he said, his voice quiet but commanding. “You will approve the permits for my projects, and you will forget about your percentage.”
Sam
The officials exchanged uneasy glances. The union leader, a brash man in his mid-fifties, scoffed. “Forget our percentage? That’s not how this works, Moretti. We don’t bend to criminals.”
Taehyung's lips curved into a small, cold smile. He straightened and nodded to Lorenzo, who stepped forward and placed a laptop on the table. With a few keystrokes, the screen lit up, displaying a series of incriminating documents and surveillance footage.
Kim Taehyung
“Gentlemen,” Taehyung began, his tone like velvet over steel, “I’ve taken the liberty of documenting your dealings over the past five years. Tax fraud. Bribes. An unfortunate connection to a certain trafficking network that I could easily send to a friend ."
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