The dawn over Seoul was coloring the horizon with scarlet hues as Choi Seong-Jae awoke in his penthouse, where luxury blended with austere minimalism. This penthouse was not just a home, but a headquarters.
Stretching. Meditation.
Thing one, the workout. In a specially equipped room where the walls are decorated with mirrors and punching bags, Choi Seong-jae shows off his physical features.
Jiu-jitsu, boxing, freestyle wrestling, Kali Arnis... His movements combined grace and strength, speed and precision. He was a weapon honed by years of training and street fighting experience.
After training, a short rest, a shower and a hearty breakfast prepared by his personal chef. Coffee.
Then the business began.
Sigum Corporation was his legal entity. Meetings with directors, discussion plans, signing contracts. He went into every detail, asked tough questions, needed clear answers.
At noon, lunch. Not the last banquet, a business meeting in a small circle of trusted people. Kim, as always, was nearby, watching everyone and ready to help at any moment.
Choi Sung-jae, inhaling the aroma of expensive coffee, glanced at Kim.
"How are things going at the port?" - He asked.
Kim replied calmly and succinctly, "Everything is under control, Mr. Choi. The shipment went well."
Choi Sung-Jae happened, "Good. Keep an eye on the news. If anything happens, let me know right away.''
Then looked at Marco.
"How are things going with the Italian assistants?" - He asked.
Marco replied with a smile: "Everything is going according to plan, Sung-Jae. We're expanding our connections, making a new deal. Soon we will have more power than we ever imagined."
Choi Sung-Jae smiled: "That's good. I want to be in control."
After finishing his lunch, he changed furniture, finding himself in another office where reports on the Brotherhood's activities awaited him. This was his true world, a world where the rules were set by himself.
On this day, Choi Seong-Jae reported to Moon Ho-Sung, one of the most extreme corners of his subordinates. Moon Ho-seong was a hacking genius.
That one entered the office, nervously fumbling with his fingers. His lean face expressed excitement.
"Mr. Choi," he muttered, "I have something important for you.
Choi Sung-Jae leaned back in his chair: "Speak."
"I hacked into the server of the Hanguk Group Corporation," Moon Ho Sung began, "I found something very interesting..."
Choi Sung-Jae frowned, "And what was that?"
"It turns out that they are using illegal arms shipments to North Korea," Moon Ho Sung replied. - "I have all the documents to prove it."
Choi Sung-jae smiled: "Great. That could be very useful."
"What do you plan to do with it?" - Moon Ho Sung asked.
Choi Sung-Jae shrugged, "I don't know yet. But I'm sure we'll find a way to use this information in our results."
Moon Ho Sung bowed and left the office, leaving Choi Sung Jae alone. The man stared out the window for a long time, thinking about how to use the information he had gotten.
"This could be the key to real power," he whispered.
In the evening, Choi Sung-Jae went to one of his nightclubs. He loved to watch people having fun, forgetting about their problems. In those moments, he felt omnipotent, as if he was in control of the whole world.
At one of the tables, Marco was waiting for him.
"Is everything ready?" - Choi Sung-jae asked.
"Yes," replied Marco. - 'The shipment from Italy will arrive tomorrow. Everything will go smoothly.
"Perfect," said Choi Sung-jae. - "I want everything to be perfect."
He looked around the hall, filled with music, dancing, and laughter. This was his world, his empire. And he was willing to do anything to protect it.
In the late afternoon, Choi Sung-jae returned to his penthouse. He sat on the terrace, breathing in the fresh night air. Thoughts swarmed in his head. He was planning, analyzing, calculating every step.
His day had come to an end. But his struggle for power continued.