It was Jisoo's name that was displayed on the screen. With a sigh, he picked up.

  Minho with a tired voice—Yes?

  Jisoo with irritation -Minho, what are you playing? You completely pushed me in front of everyone.

  Minho detached—Are you talking about the meeting? I didn't plan to be so involved. I don't see why you're dramatizing.

  Jisoo exasperated seriously dramatized, you accused me of being a murderer? And do you think I'm dramatizing? Instead of helping me.

  Minho annoyed—Jisoo, this is not the time to reproach me. I was exhausted and I had no desire to participate in your stupid meeting. Leave me alone.

  Jisoo with a touch of anger—You know very well that it's not fair. I don't need your attitude in addition to the problems I already manage. Do you realize that you put me in a difficult position?

  Minho coldly—Listen, I'm not here to play the peacemakers. I had an exhausting day, and I already had enough to manage. Donghyun and now you it's a lot for one person.

  Jisoo with frustration—And what is this story with Donghyun and besides you weren't supposed to talk to this eunji bitch?

  Minho with indifference—Donghyun it's not your problem and as for Eunji I didn't find her, she's your friend take care of her.

  Jisoo sighing—Very good. I see that you are not in the mood to discuss. But know that I won't forget what you did...

  Before she finished Minho hung up on her nose.

  A real pleasure that this girl.

  He turned to his bed with a tired look. The tensions of the evening had exhausted him.

  I need a vacation...otherwise, I risk killing you.

  After the tense discussion with Jisoo, Minho tried to relax, but the weight of the day's events remained present in his mind. He closed his eyes and tried to find sleep, ignoring the concerns that continued to be agitated within the clans.

  On the other side of the house, the meeting in the office of the three most influential clans continued. The tensions were palpable, and the atmosphere was full of palpable anxiety as the clan leaders debated the measures to be taken.

  MR Choi frowning— It is clear that the theft of the cargo is an alarm signal. If a new clan is at stake, it may already be weaving its web through the city. We must act to protect our territories.

  Lady Seo agitated - We have contacts that could help us identify these newcomers. But I'm skeptical about their ability to give us reliable information quickly. Rumors are often exaggerated.

  Mr. Choi calm but firm—Stay focused. We need to establish a strategy to locate this new group. Ignoring this threat could cost us dearly. A coordinated attack may be needed to destabilize their position before they become too powerful.

  Their voices echoed in the dark room, while the agitation of previous events continued to disturb the air. Each of the leaders had their methods and networks, but they all agreed on one thing: it was imperative to eliminate the threat before it got out of control.

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  Master Kim — Perhaps we should consider contacting informants in the less supervised neighborhoods. Maybe they noticed signs of suspicious activity.

  Mr. Choi —That's a good idea. We also need to strengthen our operations to show that we are not backing down from the threat. This could deter other potential groups from trying their luck.

  Meanwhile, Minho woke up in the middle of the night, disturbed by a strange dream where the shadows of the clans seemed to twist and mix into a chaotic whirlwind. He got up to pour himself a glass of water, trying to chase the disturbing images from his mind. Looking out the window, he thought of the previous day's meeting, wondering how far the tensions could lead.

  Minho went back, wondering if the evening had marked the beginning of a new era of conflict or if it was just another passing phase in the ruthless world of clans. The tranquility found in the house contrasted with the tumults that were agitated outside, but Minho knew that nothing would remain calm for long.

  At the other end of Seoul, the police station is lively, but the atmosphere freezes when Professor Park enters. He looks exhausted, his face marked by anxiety. He casts nervous glances around him as if he were being followed. The inspector, who is in the middle of a discussion with a colleague, immediately notices it. She frowns, surprised to see him.

  Park had been missing for several days, and all attempts to find him had failed. But there, he stands in the doormanship, his eyes wide, his breathless breathing, visibly exhausted and terrified. His clothes are wrinkled and dirty as if he had wandered for days without sleeping.

  Inspector approaching, Professor Park's worried look — Where were you? What happened?

  Park didn't answer right away. He frantically looked around him as if he expected to see an invisible danger emerge. His hands trembled as he passed a nervous hand on his face, his eyes filled with terror.

  Professor Park with a broken voice, almost inaudible—They are everywhere... You don't know how much... They are watching you, inspector. They are watching me... I can't continue anymore.

  The inspector frowned, trying to understand what was happening. The despair and panic in Park's voice was felt. She tried to calm him down, to make him sit down, but he remained standing, motionless, his eyes staring at the void.

  Inspector slowly—Who are they, Park? Who is watching you? We can protect you.

  Park shook his head hard, his face twisting in pain. He took a step back as if he wanted to flee, but he seemed trapped in his hell. His gaze was that of a hunted man, someone who lost all glimmer of hope.

  Professor Park desperate—You don't understand... It's everywhere, even here... They will find me, as they will find all those who oppose them.

  The inspector tried to reason with him, but Park stepped back again, looking around him, as if he was looking for a way out, or worse, an invisible presence. His words became more and more incoherent, his nervous gestures.

  Inspector in a calm but firm voice —Professor Park, we need to talk about what you know. You are not alone. If you cooperate with us, we will be able to ensure your safety.

  Park hesitated, his gaze briefly landed on the inspector, and then he seemed to make a decision. He lowered his shoulders slightly, and his breathing stabilized, but the fear remained anchored in his eyes.

  Park looked around, verifying that no one was listening to them. He grabbed the inspector's arm, her look desperate, almost pleading.

  Professor Park in a low voice, short of breath—I... I can no longer remain silent. You don't know what you're getting into, inspector. They are everywhere... I'm in danger, you too.

  The inspector squinted, trying to understand the extent of his words. She signaled her colleague to give them a little privacy.

  Professor Park —The Snakes... They control everything. The school, the students, even some here... I came to ask you for protection. They are going to kill me... If I speak, I am a dead man.

  Inspector —eh...look me in the eyes, Trust us, We can protect you.

  Park took a step back as if he wanted to flee but he was already trapped. Then suddenly, he took out a gun that he had hidden under his jacket. The inspector widened her eyes, realizing too late what was going to happen. In a minute, a minute the world had just switched to a new era, that of power.

  For us who believe in good and truth. For those who believe in evil and lies that will win the battle. Life has already shown us all that the good guys rarely win, or not everything. Could Han win against the Seoul Snakes? Didn't she already lose?