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[COLOR=black][sup][b]Gangjeon Min-soo[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=black][b]TIME:[/b] [i]3 AM.[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Koraebul backroom.[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b] [i]Gangjeon Seong-ho, [@Grim][/i][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

The store was completely empty, despite Paradiso's long-standing nightlife scene and a 24/7 economy, where it was more or less a requirement to be open 24 hours a day in order to be able to compete. [i]Especially[/i] as a small time restaurant with a very niche branch of specialties. Seafood. Who even ate seafood anymore in Paradiso when you could get fucked up by some genetically altered mushroom soup, right? An older Korean gentleman slowly closed the blinds of the storefront, put the tables back in order and put the chairs on top of them. Then, once he was done, he switched the light off, flipped the open sign to closed, and left the store. He carefully locked it behind him when he did.

During the brief moment he had the door open, any outside passer-by's would've been able to hear the screams coming from inside, barely audible to begin with due to the very loud music coming from there too, but the man was just quick enough to prevent it from sounding serious by closing the door rapidly. 

[i]“What the fuck did you think you were doing? Did you honestly think we wouldn't find out?”[/i]

[i]“L-look, I didn't do it! It's a mist-”[/i]

The answer was cut short by a fist in the face. The man reared back, his head hanging awkwardly to the right. His face was swollen, blue and purple, but he couldn't even shield himself from further assault. He was tied down to a regular wooden chair, held back by an accomplice of the one doing the punishing. [i]“IT'S A MISTAKE? SO YOU'RE SAYING I'M LYING?”[/i]

[i]“N-no, I'm not saying that at all! I'm just saying when you saw me take that NEON, it was because I struck a deal with someone!”[/i]

[i]“Ah, really?! So why didn't we know about that deal?!”[/i]

[i]“I was gonna tell you lat- NO, WAIT!”[/i]

Again the fist struck the mans face, and again, and again. It looked painful but yet - at the same time - it wasn't nearly severe enough to cause permanent, lasting damage. Whoever was doing this was just toying around, keeping him awake and conscious just so he could continue this charade. It made sense, too. They already knew that the man was lying - otherwise, they'd never have taken such serious measures. 

The loud music kept playing as the beating continued. Kang Shal politics were nothing to fuck with - the Kang Shal had to assert themselves and make sure everyone knew they were ruthless, [b]savages[/b] that stopped at nothing to protect was theirs. After all, compared to other gangs, they were just 'some kids' that dealt drugs and occasionally beat people up. Kang Shal was so much more than that, but 'what is' doesn't matter when it's 'whats seen' that determines your prestige. So, the Kang Shal made sure to let everyone know that they didn't stop at anything to do their business.

Not even one of their own. The man bound in the chair clearly had a Kang Shal logo tattooed on his lower arm, so that left little to the imagination as to who this man swore loyalty to. 

[i]“You fucking rat, eat my shit and tell me how it tastes you..”[/i] A fist rose into the air, ready to strike. Then the knob to the back door twisted and opened, revealing Min-soo and his brother Seong-ho standing there. Min-soo had a lit cigarette in his mouth and was glancing off to the side, laughing at his brother about something. In his other hand was a can of beer. His face soon turned towards the situation in front of him. 

Not a word was said during that small amount of time as the man stood there with his fist in the sky, ready to hit the thief again. Then, finally, Min-soo opened his mouth. [i]“Oi.. what's going on?”[/i]

[i]“Ah, Min-soo sir, we caught him stealing neon.”[/i]

[i]“Oh,”[/i] Min-soo replied, continuing further into the backroom, letting the door fall closed behind him and Seong-ho. He rose a hand to the stereo installation and turned the knob, turning it down so they could actually understand each other. [i]“And why are you beating him up without my orders then? Geong-so, did you order this?”[/i] Min-soo's head pivoted towards Geong-so, but an answer wasn't really required. He knew he didn't order this, since he'd been with his brother in a neon lightclub all night. [i]“This isn't how we treat thieves.”[/i]

[i]“A-ah, sorry Min-soo sir, Geong-se sir,”[/i] the assailant replied, bowing his head down and backing off, lowering his fist only then. Clearly, the man was scared of the two brothers' reaction to his 'transgression' of operating without orders. [i]“I just thought..”[/i]

[i]“Bak-jo, you don't need to think.”[/i] Min-soo walked closer, putting a hand on 'Bak-jo's' shoulder and patting him softly. [i]“You're too dumb for that. Just leave that to us.”[/i] Not daring to talk back to his leaders, Bak-jo only nodded and kept his head down. So, Min-soo turned to the thief. Instead of continuing the assault, Min-soo undid the rope around the man's body and helped him up. The surprise was visible, both in Bak-jo's face as the thieves' face. 

[i]“We are rather old-fashioned, as you know..?”[/i] Min-soo posed, gripping the thief by the wrist tightly, and holding up the mans' hand in front of his face, so he could see clearly. [i]“No bruises on your knuckles. So, you didn't fight back?”[/i]

The man shook his head. [i]“N-no, Min-soo sir, I would never hit another Kang Shal!”[/i] 

The boss' head turned to Seong-ho then, a sinister smile on his lips. Clearly he wasn't impressed by the mans' answer, but only Seong-ho would know him for long enough to be able to detract the meaning behind his smile. [i]“A rat...”[/i] Min-soo slowly posed, [i]“... and a coward.”[/i] Suddenly Min-soo forced the mans' hand onto the chopping block that was on the nearby table. Being in a restaurant backroom had its' benefits. In one single, swift movement he reached for a nearby knife - it was a heavy, butchers knife - and raised it high. It wasn't meant as intimidation, either, because before the man could react, struggle or say something, the knife chopped into the block. His fingers had been separated from his hand, roughly around the middle joint. 

The mans' eyes widened, then he started screaming. But Min-soo didn't stop, dropping the knife onto the block and walking the man to a nearby stove, where a pan was waiting to be cleaned. [i]“Seong-ho,”[/i] Min-soo said while he pulled the man forwards. [i]“Show Bak-jo his reward for taking initiative without our orders.”[/i] 'Reward' was the word he used, but there would be none. Not today. Min-soo flicked on the fire on the stove, heating the pan up while holding the thief closeby. He was becoming pale, but Min-soo had all the time in the world. When the pan on the fire was sufficiently hot, Min-soo picked it up and, without warning, pushed the hot underside against the mans' fingers, cauterizing them to the best of his ability. 

The goal here was to scare the man into submission, to send a sign out to the other Kang Shal, and the other gangs, about what they did with thieves. [i]“Next time,”[/i] he warned, as he shoved the man away towards the back door, [i]“I'll take your others, and you'll be a cripple.”[/i]