The glass windows of the skyscraper stretched from floor to ceiling, giving a clear view of the city below. A man sat in his chair, watching the people walk the streets. From this height, they looked like tiny ants moving in lines. He found peace in this view, watching the world continue while he stayed above it all.
A sharp knock broke the silence. The sound echoed in the large office.
"Come in," the white-haired man said without turning around.
The door opened, and a young man stepped inside. His black hair was perfectly styled, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up, showing dark tattoos that covered both arms. A thick scar ran across his nose, and black-rimmed glasses sat on his face. Even in casual clothes, he carried himself like a fighter.
"You called for me, Mr. Choi," the young man said. His voice was respectful, which was unusual for him.
The white-haired man finally turned his chair around. Charles Choi looked at the visitor with tired eyes. "Good morning, Gun."
Gun nodded once. "Good morning, Mr. Choi."
Charles waved his only remaining arm in the air. "Drop the formalities, Gun. We've been through hell together over the years. You don't need to be so stiff with me."
"As you wish, Mr. Choi," Gun said, pulling a chair closer and sitting down. He waited, knowing Charles had something important to discuss.
Charles leaned back in his chair, studying Gun's face. "You know, Gun, over all these years, you've been one of the few people who never betrayed me. I don't know why you stay loyal, but I'm grateful for it."
Gun raised an eyebrow. This wasn't like Charles at all. "Old man, don't tell me you're getting soft thinking about the past. We haven't even reached our goal yet."
A rare laugh escaped Charles's lips. The sound was strange coming from someone usually so cold. "Don't worry, Gun. I just wanted to thank you because what I'm about to ask is important. Very important."
The mood in the room shifted. Charles's face became serious, and Gun could feel the weight of whatever was coming.
"If I told you that blood relatives of yours were coming to the country, how would you feel?" Charles asked, his eyes searching Gun's face.
Gun kept his expression blank, but his mind was already working. Charles never brought up family unless it was a problem. And from the way he was talking, this wasn't just any relative.
"I cut all ties with the Yamazaki family long ago," Gun said calmly. "This doesn't concern me unless you want me to handle it."
Charles nodded slowly. "Good. That's exactly what I need you to do. You see, a relative of yours just arrived after spending most of his life in Japan."
Gun listened carefully as Charles continued.
"This relative isn't ordinary, Gun. He's from something called Operation Oni, and he's the top survivor. The first one to escape that place." Charles paused, watching Gun's reaction.
"Operation Oni?" Gun asked. He had never heard of it.
"Oh, I thought you knew about it. We'll talk about that later. What matters now is that this brother of yours escaped when he was only seven years old. Three years before anyone else got out. And after that, he went through training that would break most people."
Charles stood up and walked to the window. "Before he left Japan, he made every syndicate there bow to him. Some say he came here to meet Dokyung Baek, the head of Taesan. Others think he's here for Pierto. But I know he's here, and I want you to meet him. Show him where he stands in our world."
Gun stood up, understanding the real message. This wasn't a family reunion. This was a test of power.
"I'll handle it," Gun said, turning toward the door.
"Do well, Gun," Charles said as Gun paused at the door, nodded once, and left.
Outside the office, a blonde-haired man with glasses leaned against the wall. He held a wooden sword and wore a lazy smile. When Gun walked out, he pushed himself off the wall.
"So what's the drama this time, Gun? Are the workers giving us trouble again?" Goo asked, following Gun down the hallway.
Gun pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag. "It's bigger than that. Someone powerful just landed in Seoul, and he's about to shake things up."
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At Gimpo Airport, a private jet from Japan had just landed. The engines were still cooling down as a young figure slowly walked down the steps.
Dokyung Baek stood waiting on the tarmac with his secretary and bodyguard. Behind him, a group of men in dark suits formed neat rows. All of them looked tense, as if they were meeting someone dangerous.
When the figure reached the ground, Dokyung stepped forward and bowed deeply.
"Gensho no-akuma," he said with respect.
The crowd behind him followed, all bowing at the same time. The sound of their movements echoed across the empty airport. The figure stood still, looking at the scene before him, knowing that his arrival had already sent waves through Seoul's underground world.
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This is My newest Lookism fanfic and as you may have predicted from what you read it's world is mixed with other worlds similar to Lookism like, Baek xx, Killer Pietro even questism they won't interfere too much and Lookism will still be the main casts.
Note that this novel took place around the time when Daniel and the others were almost on the brink of destroying workers and that the novel revolves around mostly my MC.
Enjoy!