— Heard you've been adopting trouble, Min.
Jun-ho raised his eyes, sharp and steady.
— Matters of Goden don't concern this table.
— But the safety of the association concerns us all.
Jun-ho took a slow sip of his drink, ignoring the pain that flared beneath his skin.
Then came the smile, cold, calculated.
— If I were a threat, you'd already be dead. And if I become one… there won't be a warning.
A few dry laughs echoed. Salin held his composure with calm confidence.
— You're a charming boy.
— But the situation at the port worries me. That was a warning, for all of us.
— Smaller factions are joining with foreign organizations, handing them power.
— That's exactly why I'm here. — All heads turned toward the smaller man. — I cleaned up my mess. Now it's your turn. Any crack in the system becomes one more problem for all of us.
— Of course. — They nodded. No one wanted more trouble. Gregory had already been enough.
