— I heard you've been adopting trouble, Min.
Jun-ho looked up, eyes locked.
— Golden's business doesn't belong at this table.
— But the Association's security concerns everyone.
Jun-ho drank slowly, enduring the physical pain.
A cold smile curved on his lips.
— If I were a threat, you'd already be dead. And if I ever become one… there won't be a warning.
A few chuckles echoed around the room. Salin held his composure.
— You're a great guy.
— But the port incident worries me. That felt like a warning to us.
— Smaller factions are aligning with outside organizations and handing them power.
— That's exactly why I'm here. — All eyes turned to the youngest at the table. — I handled my problem. You should handle yours. Any crack in the system becomes one more undesirable situation.
— Of course. — The men nodded. No one wanted more headaches — Gregory was already enough.
— Is Golden still investing in sea trafficking, Min? — another man asked.
