The flight to Seoul felt longer than usual, but Min-jae didn't sleep a minute of it. His body was exhausted, yet his mind stayed sharp—calculating, sorting, replaying what little Intel they had. Every hour mattered now. Every move counted.
As soon as the plane touched down, he grabbed his messenger bag and headed straight for Seoul Metropolitan Police headquarters. No rest. No detour. No complaints.
The corridors of the station buzzed with low chatter and the distant shuffle of paperwork. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered faintly, giving the place an even grimmer atmosphere than usual.
A detective spotted him immediately.
"You must be Lee Min-jae," he said, extending a hand. "Inspector Han mentioned that someone from the LJ Group would be arriving."
"That's me," Min-jae replied. "Let's get this over with."
They walked together down a long hallway before stopping at a frosted glass door.
"He's inside," the detective said. "With his lawyer."
