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The room tensed. The zoning board head’s face drained of color, and one of the younger officials looked ready to vomit.
Kim Taehyung
“You think you have leverage?” Kim continued, his voice dropping an octave. “I am the leverage.”
Sam
The union leader, still defiant, slammed his hand on the table. “You think you can scare us with threats? I’ve dealt with men like you before. You’re all the same—greedy bastards who think they own the city.”
Taehyung’s smile disappeared. His gaze turned lethal, and the room seemed to shrink under his intensity. He leaned forward again, this time speaking directly to the union leader.
Kim Taehyung
“I don’t make threats,”his voice soft but deadly. “I make examples.”
With a nod, Lorenzo moved to the door, opening it to reveal two of Kim's men dragging in a bruised and bloodied man—the union leader’s nephew, who had been caught skimming money from one of Kim's shipping routes. The young man groaned, his swollen eyes barely able to open.
Sam
The union leader shot to his feet. “You son of a—!”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung raised a hand, silencing him. “He’ll live. For now. But you should know, his fate is tied to your next decision.”
Kim Taehyung
He stepped closer, his voice calm but filled with menace. “You will do as I say, or you’ll find out just how far the Black Wolf’s reach extends. And trust me, Korea isn’t big enough for you to hide from me.”
The room fell silent. The officials, cowed and pale, nodded one by one. Even the union leader sank back into his chair, his defiance crumbling under the weight of His gaze.
Kim Taehyung
He stepped back, adjusting his cufflinks as if the entire exchange had been nothing more than business. “Good,” he said, his tone light again. “I’ll expect the permits on my desk by tomorrow morning. Oh, and gentlemen…” He paused at the door, his smile returning. “If I hear even a whisper about this meeting outside these walls, you’ll wish you’d taken up gardening instead of politics.”
With that, he left, his lieutenants trailing behind him.
lorenzo
In the car, Lorenzo smirked. “Think they’ll play nice?”
Kim Taehyung
“They’ll play,” Taehyung replied, his tone icy. “Because they know the alternative.”
The night was heavy with an ominous stillness as the sleek black car sliced through the thick mist curling around Bluemoon Mansion, a fortress unlike anything the world had seen. The mansion stood like a dream stolen from another realm, an ethereal blend of gothic grandeur and fantastical whimsy. Its towering spires pierced the night sky, shimmering faintly under an unnatural blue glow that seemed to emanate from the mansion itself.
The exterior was a testament to power and imagination, with obsidian walls laced with veins of silver that glittered like starlight. The massive iron gates opened as if by will, groaning in acknowledgment of their master’s arrival. Alien-like guards—towering, silent, and clad in armor that reflected the faint blue luminescence of the mansion—stood in perfect formation on either side of the grand entrance.
Their faces, obscured by sleek helmets, gave no sign of humanity, and their glowing blue visors tracked their great leader every move. Yet he spared them not a single glance.
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