Chapter 7 - The Final Reckoning in Seoul
Forty-eight hours later, the private executive boardroom on the top floor of the Grand Seoul Hotel was packed to capacity.
The seven members of the syndicate council sat around the mahogany table, looking smug, triumphant, and untouchable. They had just voted unanimously to strip Kang Min-jae of his assets, declare him an enemy of the organization, and take absolute control of the shipping syndicates.
“It’s unfortunate it had to come to this,” Director Park said, adjusting his tie with a self-satisfied smirk. “Min-jae was a brilliant leader, but sentimentality makes a man weak. By tomorrow morning, the council will—"
CLANG.
The heavy double oak doors of the boardroom didn't just open—they blew inward, crashing against the interior walls with a deafening sound of shattering brass hinges.
Every head at the table snapped toward the entrance.
Walking through the doorway was Kang Min-jae. He was dressed in a pristine charcoal three-piece suit, his posture rigid, his face carved from granite. Flanking him on either side were twelve elite enforcers, their expressions dead and resolute. Behind them stood state prosecutors and federal financial crime investigators carrying stacks of unredacted arrest warrants.
“You... you were supposed to be dead in Africa!” Director Park sputtered, jumping to his feet, his face turning the color of chalk.
“Death is greatly exaggerated for men who know how to survive,” Min-jae stated smoothly, walking toward the head of the table. He pulled out his chair and sat down, resting his hands flat on the polished wood.
Choi Jin-soo tried to reach for a hidden weapon inside his jacket, but before his fingers could graze the holster, two federal marshals stepped forward, slamming him face-first onto the table and clicking steel handcuffs tightly around his wrists.
“Director Park, Mr. Choi, and esteemed members of the council,” Min-jae announced, his voice echoing off the glass walls. “You are hereby charged with corporate embezzlement, treason, racketeering, and the attempted assassination of foreign nationals and state witnesses.”
“You have no proof!” Director Park shouted, backing away toward the windows. “The council controls the judiciary! You can't touch us!”
Min-jae slid a thick manila folder across the table.
“That folder contains the complete unencrypted audit logs recovered from Choi Jin-soo’s offshore server in Zurich, along with the recovered voice recordings of Stepheon Park confessing to the Incheon highway frame-up,” Min-jae said coldly. “Every asset you own has already been seized by the state treasury. Your accounts are empty. Your guards have surrendered. Your empire is finished.”
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As federal agents swarmed the boardroom, slapping handcuffs on the terrified council members one by one, Min-jae stood up slowly, adjusting his cuffs.
The game was over. The shadows that had choked the syndicate for decades had finally been burned away by the light.
