The atmosphere inside the club was chillingly cold.

  Normally, the deafening music and the people lost in ecstasy, dancing and indulging in pleasure, would be the norm.

  But now, the people inside the club wore expressions that showed they couldn't understand what had just happened.

  That was because a swarm of people, wearing sunglasses and suits that emphasized intimidation, had descended upon them.

  They moved around as if they were investigators, looking everywhere. In their hands were strange equipment the customers had never seen before, which they brandished as they moved through the crowd.

  The machines in their hands looked like ordinary terminals, but they emitted a spine-chilling sound, like chalk screeching on a blackboard.

  The club guests watched this, unable to hide their fear. But no one dared to protest.

  No matter how oblivious one might be, people don't recklessly cause trouble when the atmosphere is bad. Everyone was anxiously worried that strange trouble might befall them.

  The club interior was filled with an awkward silence it had never experienced before. Since there was a warning that anyone who left without permission would not be forgiven, people just kept their mouths shut with terrified expressions.

  However, none of the guests knew that someone was observing them from above.

  The manager.

  The club's administrator and one of the executives of the crime organization, his face was filled with fury.

  An incident like this had never happened before. No one had ever entered the club carrying equipment that neutralized CCTVs.

  He hadn't expected the security tool installed for the remote chance of such a thing to work, but if the alarm sounded, moving was the right thing to do.

  How dare some punk enter this place carrying a tool that neutralized CCTVs? It was absolutely unforgivable.

  The manager gripped his fist tightly, looking down with eyes so cold it was hard to believe he was enraged.

  He considered all possible scenarios. The police, rival organizations, or even completely unexpected individuals.

  There were countless possibilities, and none of them would be anything less than fatal.

  Catch the bastard who dared to enter with the CCTV neutralization tool before the situation escalates.

  And make him pay a sufficient price. The manager's cold eyes were filled with anger incomparable to anything in the world.

  This was a challenge.

  And proof that they were being looked down upon.

  Although it was an era where using all possible tools for evil deeds was natural, the story was different in inter-organizational conflict.

  The manager didn't know which organization was moving, but he took this intrusion as a challenge and provocation against them.

  I will surely kill whatever reckless punk from whatever organization this is.

  The manager thought that and considered how to report to the boss.

  His boss was a person far from mercy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to climb to this position.

  He hated being underestimated. And the manager, his subordinate, felt the same way.

  Being underestimated meant his boss was being underestimated.

  The boss showed no mercy to those who made mistakes or disappointed him.

  Even if it wasn't his fault, the sin of upsetting the boss was enormous.

  Of course, the boss was a reasonable person. It was just that sometimes, rage consumed his reason.

  In such cases, all that remained was a miserable retirement. The manager absolutely did not want such an ending.

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  "Why is this taking so long?"

  The manager muttered restlessly. They should have come up by now. But his subordinates were doing nothing and couldn't come up.

  They should have found the intruder as quickly as possible, come back up, and resumed business. But the manager thought those idiots weren't even properly doing the job they were ordered to do.

  The manager's subordinates were rough, fierce, and men who made no effort to hide their violent tendencies.

  Such men were always enough to instill fear in people. So they were good as gatekeepers, but in times like this, the longer it took, the more it negatively affected sales.

  They had to finish quickly. But even after declaring coldly that they would die if they didn't find the person quickly, the subordinates couldn't do anything.

  He's invisible.

  That was the problem.

  They confirmed that a sound was clearly audible nearby and rushed to the location. But nothing was visible there.

  The expression 'ghostly' would be an understatement.

  Someone had brought an infrared detector and tried to scan the area, but it broke down at precisely this moment.

  They were ready to ask what the heck was going on.

  "Damn it... I'll go down myself."

  The manager decided to move personally. A considerable number of the subordinates who went down were incapable of handling the situation.

  Those who only knew how to fight and had no common sense were simply consumables to be used in gang conflicts.

  The few who acted as squad leaders and knew how to think a little were no help in the current situation either.

  In times like this, it was best to do it himself. The manager knew well that if he had to take responsibility, checking things personally was the best approach.

  However, the moment he went down, the manager couldn't help but be flustered again.

  "What?"

  All the subordinates were collapsed. It was unclear what had struck them, but not a single one was standing.

  Naturally, the inside of the club was a scene of chaos. Screams naturally erupted from the startled people.

  He was shocked.

  For the first time since taking responsibility for managing this club, the manager couldn't hide his bewilderment.

  He had never imagined that all his subordinates would collapse at once.

  But the uninvited guest who had entered here seemed to be a being beyond common sense. The subordinates who came down with the manager quickly checked the condition of the fallen men.

  "They are all breathing properly. But this is..."

  The subordinate who checked the fallen men's condition spoke cautiously, glancing at the manager. He knew a single wrong word at a time like this could lead to a severe beating.

  But the manager regained his composure. He laughed loudly instead. It was not a laugh of surrender.

  Being the manager of this club, which was a significant source of income for the organization, was not achieved through mere loyalty.

  It was possible because he was capable of soberly assessing the situation and had the courage to resort to force if necessary.

  The manager thought.

  The opponent is completely different from the intruder they had imagined. They probably can't counter him with the tools they currently possess.

  The opponent could have already taken down everyone, including himself, in one blow. If the subordinate's report was correct, this was already a lost battle.

  But he couldn't just let him go.

  I will use every possible means to find the opponent. That will be the final resistance they can put up.

  However, his thought did not come to fruition.

  A shock, too sudden to even register, struck, and with it, everything ended. It was truly instantaneous, and in that moment, the manager collapsed.

  Jihyeon quietly left. He had perfectly acquired what he needed. There was no reason to stay inside any longer.

  Jihyeon was careful not to leave even a fingerprint as he went out through the stairwell. It was easy to leave by leveraging the people's confusion.

  Tomorrow would surely be chaotic. In many ways. He had already sent the data to the press.

  In the remote chance that the media cowardly chose to remain silent, he planned to inform the public about this incident through internet bulletin boards and even by hacking the broadcasting station before the news hour.

  He didn't know how big the impact would be, but he didn't care. What Jihyeon wanted was only the opponent's downfall.

  If they were people committing illegal acts anyway, crushing them definitively suited his nature. Jihyeon hoped he wouldn't have to go to that extreme.

  Still, unlike before, Jihyeon felt a sense of exhilaration.

  This place was the organization's drug distribution base.

  The fact that he went in alone, flipped it upside down, and left without a trace excited Jihyeon. Even knowing a lot, it was hard to contain the surging adrenaline.

  Moreover, this was one of the things that had to be done.

  If a problem occurred here, the distribution chain would inevitably be significantly shaken. If that happened, the organization would have to move somehow.

  Jihyeon planned to use that opening to execute his next plan. They wouldn't know what that was.

  They would be unilaterally devastated, but it was nothing compared to the blood and tears shed by the victims of their evil deeds.

  People would be curious about who did it, but Jihyeon intended to hide himself until the very end if possible.

  It was better not to know anyway.

  For his family's safety, and to avoid getting caught up in annoying situations, Jihyeon didn't want to reveal his identity.

  For now, he just had to quietly take down the people who bothered him. Thinking that, Jihyeon took the subway home.

  During the ride, Jihyeon completely deactivated the CCTV neutralization tool. It was certainly a good tool, but he also had to consider that it could be detected at any time.

  Instead, Jihyeon used more traditional methods to erase his tracks as he boarded the subway.

  Now, all that was left was to go home.

  Inside the subway, Jihyeon couldn't hide his smile at the thought of having struck a blow against them. But at the same time, Jihyeon vividly realized how widely the drugs had spread.

  He knew it intellectually, but seeing it with his own eyes was a different story.

  Jihyeon felt an intense sense of disgust. He was bothered by the countless events happening in places he didn't care about.

  However, as always, there was a limit to what he could do alone. He had to find a way that went beyond his physical limitations.

  So, what would be good?

  Inside the subway, Jihyeon asked himself. What he could do to go beyond his limits.

  Quietly, Jihyeon kept thinking and thinking in silence until he had to get off, searching for the answer that existed nowhere else.

  He walked home, thinking that though the answer might not come immediately, he would definitely act on it when he found it.

  It was late at night.