"They got beaten? By some kid nobody can even put a name to?"

In the Donghae Capital office, Nam Hak-su scowled.

Once today's job was wrapped up, he was due a nice fat fee.

He'd lent President Im money under the Donghae Capital name.

The request had come from the Chinese side.

Drive President Im's company under and hand over its patents and technology—that was the job.

They'd offered a sum too big to turn down.

He did this kind of thing all the time, so he'd agreed without a second thought.

He'd known for ages that the Chinese loved getting their hands on technology.

The work began.

First he lent at lower rates than the banks.

Then he had his business contacts place a mountain of fake orders.

Thrilled, President Im churned out goods by the truckload.

After that, they nitpicked the products and sent every last one back.

The stock piled up in the stainless factory's warehouse.

Over a few months, the interest had already clawed back the whole principal.

The take had been sweet.

The factory and the machines were under provisional seizure, too.

Dump the quality goods piled in the warehouse at fire-sale prices, and that alone would bring in a decent sum.

Plenty of buyers were lined up for the factory, too.

The deal only needed the patents handed over, so the Donghae Gang had poured everything into it.

A few months' work for billions of won in profit. A big deal.

The kind of business you didn't easily get your hands on in Gangneung.

And then some kid nobody knew had shown up and wrecked the whole thing.

Nam Hak-su's face twisted as far as it would go.

The capital firm had a front man for a president, but the real owner was Nam Hak-su.

He was the boss of the Donghae Gang, an organization that used Gangneung as its base to rule all of Gangwon Province.

In his late forties, he'd gotten where he was today on cunning and fists.

He was a man without blood or tears, who'd sell his own family…