"Is this the spot?" I asked the old man, squinting at the big industrial complex. It was massive, and the sheer size hit me with the realization of the serious cash these gangs were pulling in to operate on this place.
"Yes, Master," the old man nodded with a knowing look.
"This place right here is owned by a real scumbag that do shady stuff like human trafficking . But it goes way deeper. This crew runs a tight ship in Incheon Port, dabbling in all kinds of dark trades – drugs, guns, you name it. And it's not just about moving people; it's twisted, like modern-day slavery, forced labor, prostitution and even organ selling. The big shot in charge is on another level, with connections all over the place, making him almost untouchable."
"Untouchable?" I chuckled at the old man's words. It was like he was painting a picture of some blockbuster movie villain, not realizing he was standing in front of the baddest of them all.
