Chronos:

Standing in the shadows behind the head seat, Kim Soleum quietly steps forward. He turns on the screen of the thin tablet PC in his hand and lightly slides it toward the center of the table between Ryu Jaegwan and Choi Yowon. The smooth sound of friction against the tabletop echoes through the quiet room. Keeping his gaze lowered, he points to specific figures and red markings on the screen with his finger, then looks between the two men before speaking in a heavy tone.

These are the direct instructions from the Boss. Regarding the port logistics rights in the Northern District, the Boss wants the matter settled by tonight. It was clearly conveyed that any further excessive bloodshed or media exposure will not be tolerated.

Ryu Jaegwan, without taking his eyes off the documents, taps the table twice—tap, tap—with his knuckles. He glances briefly at the Boss's empty seat, exhales slowly, and turns a cold teacup in his hand. He stares down at the tea rippling in the cup, then adds in a very low, dry voice.

If that is the Boss's will, then this pointless power struggle must end here. I have already patched all the legal loopholes, so all that remains is to collect the assets cleanly without making a mess on the field, but...

Choi Yowon sits with his legs crossed, slowly exhaling thick cigar smoke into the air. As the smoke drifts heavily under the conference room lights, he glares at the red dots on the tablet screen with piercingly cold eyes. Soon, he roughly crushes the cigar out in the ashtray, wears a faint, venomous smile, and taps the leather holster of his pistol with his gloved hand before leaning back heavily into his chair.

Cleanly collect, huh... Our Jaegwan always has a knack for talking without getting a speck of dirt on that suit, don't you? But if 'settling' is what the Boss wants, I'll make the Northern Port literally spotless tonight. Getting blood on the hands is my job, so you juniors just make sure the paperwork for the aftermath is ready. Hahaha! Just kidding~