Cornered and furious, he made his move.
Security found his car idling outside the orphanage. In the backseat—gasoline cans and rope.
Mi-Ho didn't wait for the police. He stormed to the man's private penthouse. "You touch them, and you don't live to regret it."
The man smirked, unbothered. "You think this ends with me in jail? I built half this city's power. Even if I fall, I take you with me."
Mi-Ho's voice was low, lethal. "Then you're going down screaming."