Heavy mahogany doors of the VIP holding room slammed shut, cutting off the deafening roar of the chaotic convention hall outside.Director Kang ripped his silk tie from his collar, his face still a dark, unnatural shade of purple. He threw his expensive navy suit jacket across the room, smashing a crystal water pitcher off the side table. Shards of glass exploded across the polished hardwood floor, but the violence did nothing to soothe his frantic mind."How did this happen?!" Kang screamed, his voice cracking as he turned on his chief legal counsel, who was trembling near the window. "My data was encrypted on a private military-grade server! How did a penniless clerk get his hands on my personal digital token signatures?!""We don't know, Director," the lawyer stammered, adjusting his glasses with shaking fingers. "The financial authorities are already freezing our domestic corporate accounts. The International Financial Regulatory Association issued a formal warrant for a full asse

Morning light flooded the living room of the Ahn family residence. Min-ah sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, her eyes glued to the wide-screen television. Beside her, her mother nervously paced back and forth across the rug, clutching a cup of tea with hands that wouldn't stop shaking. Ever since Director Kang vanished after the disastrous summit, their phones had been ringing non-stop with calls from anxious debt collectors and relatives. "Did Kang call you back yet?!" her mother demanded, her voice rising in panic. "He can't just go missing! Who is going to pay off the mortgage interest this month?!" "He turned his phone off," Min-ah muttered, her heart heavy with dread. "He's hiding from the police." "That useless coward!" her mother shrieked, slamming her cup onto the table. "After everything we did for him! We threw out that penniless clerk Jin just so you could be with a billionaire!" Before Min-ah could respond, a loud breaking news chime sounded from the TV. The screen

Shadows stretched long across the marble floor of a lavish, hidden villa on the outskirts of the city. Inside the dimly lit study, cheap whiskey bottles and half-burned legal papers littered the desk. Director Kang stood trembling in front of a wide-screen television, a half-empty glass shaking violently in his grip. His hair was disheveled, his expensive silk tie was torn open, and his eyes were bloodshot from spending the last eighteen hours hiding from federal agents. On the screen, a live financial news broadcast lit up the room in bright red hues. “FLASH NEWS: CHEONJI LOGISTICS IS NO MORE. REBRANDED AS SOVEREIGN LOGISTICS UNDER SOLE OWNER CHAIRMAN JIN.” The news anchor’s voice sounded like a death sentence echoing off the walls. "The International Financial Regulatory Association has confirmed that former senior clerk Mr. Jin has assumed one hundred percent equity and operational authority, backed by fifty million dollars in clean liquid capital." "No... no, no, NO!" Kang sc

Vice President Choi let out a loud, mocking laugh that echoed off the cold glass walls of the boardroom. "Three minutes?" Choi snickered, leaning back and lacing his thick fingers behind his head. "Are you going to count down for us, kid? What do you think you can do to us? You don't have a single shred of evidence to implicate any of us. Kang managed all our records personally, and those servers are wiped clean." Jin didn't blink. He sat back slowly, his posture relaxed, his eyes cold and calm. "Cayman Shell Account number 8839," Jin said smoothly. Choi’s laughter cut off mid-breath. His hands slowly dropped from behind his head. "Fourteen point two million dollars," Jin continued, his voice calm, clear, and ringing through the quiet room. "Deposited over twenty-four months in exchange for selling four hundred Sovereign cargo containers to the Baek-ho Syndicate. You even signed the off-the-books release manifest in room 402 of the Grand Hyatt last November." Choi’s face drained

Jin sat comfortably in the back of his sedan as it glided down the coastal expressway toward the Incheon Deepwater Terminal. In the front passenger seat, Secretary Yoh turned around and handed Jin a wide digital tablet. "Chairman, the thirty mid-level department heads you summoned have gathered in the primary conference room back at headquarters. They are waiting for your instruction." "Put them on video," Jin said smoothly. The tablet screen flickered to life, showing a live high-definition feed of thirty operations managers sitting around a long glass table in Seoul. These were the middle-tier employees who had spent years handling the actual heavy lifting—managing truck routes, handling customs manifests, and supervising warehouse crews—while Vice President Choi and Director Kang stole the credit and drained the profits. Jin looked at their faces through the screen. Eye of Truth: Activate. Floating, semi-transparent red text bloomed over each manager's head on the screen, det