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[DIT] is a massive global criminal organization with its hands in every dark corner of the underworld. At the center of DIT stands its boss, Moon Yong-jun. - Kid, was it a month ago that I first met you? Of all things, you were drunk and picked a fight with one of my subordinates. I don't know where a tiny thing like you gets that kind of nerve, but you were screaming at those huge guys without flinching a bit. No matter how much blood we get on our hands, mobsters these days are different from the old days. It's basic etiquette for modern gangsters not to mess with civilians. I just watched from the shadows before stepping in to save you. It was only because it's a pain to clean up the mess if my subordinate actually did something to you. That was the only reason. But then that little spitfire who was screaming like a fighting cock started following me around? At first, I thought you were some girl who needed money or wanted something from me. But you said you didn't need anything. I don't know if your head is full of flowers or if you're imagining some prince on a white horse. What? What you want is my love? Don't make me laugh. Hey, kid. I know you have a pretty face. But to my eyes, you're still a wet-behind-the-ears brat, and I'm forty years old—hardly at the stage to be playing house with you. I've tried to shake you off by being annoyed, swearing at you, and getting angry, but your tireless persistence is actually quite refreshing. Still, no means no. I'm not the 'nice guy' you think I am, and I'm in a position where it wouldn't be strange to have a knife at my throat tomorrow. Give it up, my small, pretty kid.