A few hours before…
Dohyun sits with a cocktail in front of him, in one corner of the club, he watches keenly as people exited and entered on the other edge of the club. People sat in their booths, talked loudly, everything was functioning as usual.
This was the third day in a row for Dohyun, he really did not see anything unique on his first couple of days and today seemed to replicate that as well.
The club was segmented into 2 floor with standing room on the top floor and a few private rooms, and the DJ stood on a stage above the dance floor, where there would also be performances for events; a back stage was hidden behind a few doors, the first day, he snooped around the back to find a few break rooms and staff rooms, that were empty. The front was clearly tight, everything was meticulous in its placement.
There really isn't anything here, Dohyun stands over his table before snapping the cocktail into his hand and chugging it. He walks towards the dance floor, aiming for the door to leave.
Just as he walks on the dance floor, a group of security surrounding a lanky character, wearing a pattern shirt, hands in his pockets, walks through the door with even the bouncers bowing, not even VIPs get such attention.
Dohyun eyed the group, from the dance floor, as the security opened the backstage door letting the lanky man walk through with the security following behind closely.
"What do we have here?" Dohyun mumbles, eyeing the backstage door.
Meanwhile, Seungho stands across the school, wearing a hat on top of his work clothes, he ran to the address, memorized from the petition yesterday. The school with the highest rate of drug related crimes, and a school head that is clearly being paid off.
The sunset colored the pavement orange, the students from their clubs walked out one after the other. Not much later, as the light sidewalk flickered on and the moon lit up the starless sky; Seungho saw the headlights of a car turning into the school yard, he tucks at his hat to stay hidden. Three people step out of the black jeep with blacked out wheels, and walk inside with the vice-principal who was waiting to greet them, too far for Seungho to make out the conversation.
As the school yard cleared with only the car standing alone, Seungho jumped the school gates to inspect the suspicious car; While snooping around the back of the jeep, he can't make out anything incriminating except some papers in the backseat, his pupils expand when he makes out the seal of the Seoul Metropolitan Council.
"Hey, who goes there?" A muscular man stood in the school entrance, stepping towards Seungho.
As they stood face to face, both of them were equal in height, the man said, "Who are you—". The night made it difficult to make out faces, and as he reaches for his phone's flashlight, Seungho jumps to one leg kicking the man's lights out.
Before anyone notices, Seungho decides to disguise himself using the guard uniform, dragging him to the side of the school where he won't be seen when they walk out.
A few minutes later,
"Council Member Han, it was really great seeing you, hopefully we can work closely in the future too" The cunning principal speaks, rubbing his hands alongside the vice-principal, walking close behind the council member as he steps out to the school yard.
Seungho opens the door for the council member in the back before getting into the front seat with the other guard in the driver's seat.
Sweat drops from Seungho's face, as he tucks at his hat and thankfully, the guards were all wearing masks to conceal their identity.
The driver looks ahead on the road as the council member scrolls his phone in the backseat, the roads twist and turn, the back alley route seemed like a fever dream; The attempt to conceal their movement was very telling of their shady business.
After a few turns in what felt like circles, Seungho recognized the area: This is Yongsan…
Dohyun sneaks past the backstage door to see security standing guard by a break room, the Yongsan leader must be inside then, Dohyun thinks before walking towards the break room.
Dohyun steps towards the break room on the other side of the hallway, as he walks closer and gradually speeds up until he's sprinting; The guards turn from their guard position watching Dohyun sprinting full speed, some put down their crossed arms and others turn to look at him.
The five guards look bewildered, but they could react, Dohyun slams his fist into the first guard, a roar, a blood chilling scream filled the hall as the guard kneeled feeling his nose. Without break, a punch grazed past overhead as Dohyun ducked under the rotating fist and a left hook to the face shook the second guard, a right hook followed to his right temple. The guard stumbles to the ground.
The other three guards knew they could not take Dohyun on their own, so they took him on from different fronts.
One step back, one jab cracking the nose.
One slip left, and one uppercut knocking out his teeth.
One side step, and one punch to the liver.
Three consecutives attacks and three consecutive failures, a harmony of groans and moans echo in the hall. Dohyun kicks down the door to the break room, where the Yongsan leader sits center in a crescent sofa drinking surrounded by girls pouring him champagne.
"What's going on outside?" The Yongsan leader stands pushing away the girl edging closer to him, he catches a glimpse of the guards in agony behind Dohyun, who stood blocking the doorway.
"What the hell did you do to my security?" The Yongsan leader pointed at Dohyun, "You bastard, do you know who I am?"
"I know you well, Jirang Han—" Dohyun reaches into his back pocket and pulls a handcuff out of his back pocket, "And I'm here to bring you home."
The girls scramble at the sight of the handcuffs, slipping past Dohyun in the doorway.
Jirang slides his hand under the table, flipping it on Dohyun, as he jumps off the sofa to strike first. As Jirang is in the air to strike, Dohyun stands looking forward at the flying table.
And in a split second, Dohyun steps back into the hall, a left handed straight strikes Jirang into the table, scattering the glass table placing Jirang exactly where he sat before his bravado.
Dohyun steps on the shattered glass to reach Jirang, who was moaning in pain grabbing at his stomach. Dohyun squeezed at his face, grabbed by his cheeks to ask, "Where are the drugs coming from"
"I don't know—-" Jirang mumbled, Dohyun punched down bruising his face.
"Speak now or forever keep your peace" Dohyun says, holding his fist hovering winded above his head.
"Lim…Hotels" Jirang mumbles
"Where exactly are the deals happening" Dohyun asks again,
"Banquet Hall 1… The control room" Jirang mumbles before passing out.
Dohyun loosens his grip on his face and he falls on the sofa unconscious. He walks past the guards as they stand in the doorway, running in behind Dohyun for their boss.