Even before darkness rolled in, dazzling neon signs began to light up the streets.
A bustling area of Gangnam that stood as a symbol of wealth was behind Yeoksam Station.
This prime real estate, where a single pyeong of land cost as much as an entire apartment in Gangbuk, was densely packed with entertainment establishments.
As the street awoke with a new look and found its vitality through the surging crowds, someone appeared, strolling down the middle of the main road.
A young man with a somewhat lean build.
His dull, long brown trench coat and black pants, which seemed to defy the cutting-edge era, completely clashed with the glamorous atmosphere around him.
The young man’s steps were as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll in his own front yard.
However, a small change was occurring on the street in time with his gait.
The touts and waiters from each establishment, who were out to greet customers, unfailingly bowed at a ninety-degree angle whenever he passed by.
Whether he knew it or not, the young man approached a building located at the end of the street.
‘Imperial.’
It was a seven-story building with its exterior walls decorated in expensive marble.
The first and second basement floors were room salons, the ground floor was a lobby, the second and third floors were a casino, and the fourth through seventh floors were guest rooms.
It was a trendy total entertainment establishment these days.
“Director, you’ve arrived?”
Kkeok-soe and Dae-chi, who were guarding the entrance, bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
They had been watching the young man ever since he first appeared.
‘Salk’, that was the young man’s nickname.
What his real name was remained unknown.
No, there was no need to know.
The action captain of the ‘Miracle’ Faction, which had unified the underworld of the Republic of Korea, was ‘Salk’.
That was enough.
He claimed to have named himself out of respect for ‘Shirasoni’, a mythical figure in the gangster world of the past, but those in the know called him ‘Salk the loose cannon’ behind his back.
For Salk, there was no compromise or forgiveness.
No matter how difficult the situation, he broke through head-on and mercilessly eliminated those who rebelled against him.
Because of that, he had to face numerous life-or-death crises, but he overcame all those hardships on his own.
It was an undeniable fact that the current ‘Miracle’ Faction could exist because of such a Salk.
“You punks are spouting nonsense about a director.
Which bastard told you to call me that?”
“The secretary general said everyone should call you that from now on.
Ack!”
Kkeok-soe, who had been speaking, grabbed his shin and hopped up and down.
“This punk dares to mention that kind of human in front of me?”
Salk, who had kicked his shin in an instant, still growled as if his anger hadn’t subsided.
“I’m sorry, Boss.”
Not only Kkeok-soe but also Dae-chi knelt down together and apologized, calling him as they used to.