Beast looked at his face for a moment, then spoke again—this time in a cooler but much deeper tone:"Who is he...?Who is the person whose orders made you do all this?The one for whom you wanted to destroy me?"
A second of silence.Then Beast pressed the tip of the knife harder against his neck—just a reminder that if no answer came, the next step would be clear.
Mr. Han was still sitting against the wall,a lifeless body,his face soaked in sweat,and only one feeling in his eyes: fear.
Beast was sitting in front of him,the knife's tip still on his neck.Time seemed to have stopped.
But then—in a moment, Mr. Han started to speak.His voice was broken,but there was no lie in his words—only pure fear.
"I... I don't know who he is...I've never seen his face... never heard his real name...Just... one thing I do know..."
For a moment, Beast's eyes flashed even brighter.
"His code name is...Imoogi (이무기)—a Korean mythical serpent-dragon. They say it's a great snake trying to become a dragon..."
Silence fell.Beast said nothing, just stared deeply at his face.
Mr. Han could no longer hold back, his voice now almost trembling:
"He has deep connections to the underworld...Once he contacted me on the phone...He sent me cash... a lot of money...and told me to do exactly what he said.I... I just did it... without asking anything...I never knew where he was from...What he wanted...But I kept working for him... every time..."
Mr. Han's body was shaking as if he had just unloaded all his burden.
And then...A silent but dangerous smile appeared on Beast's face.A smile like a clever player who has figured out the next move in chess.In his eyes was a gleam — part revenge, part the thrill of the hunt.
Present...
Beast sitting in that chair didn't look like just any king—but there was no arrogance on his face, only a cold, terrifying silence.He held a cigarette, calmly taking one drag after another.His eyes slowly scanned the people sitting in front of him—those who had once been Mr. Han's most loyal men, the real criminals inside the hotel.
In front of them was a long dining table.On it was a dish served—Beast glanced at everyone and said in a soft but authoritative voice:"Eat. This has been specially prepared for all of you."
They all exchanged fearful looks. No one understood what was in the dish,but hoping to save their lives, they picked up their spoons and began to eat.
The moment they took the first bite, their expressions began to change.One of them suddenly showed fear on his face.He took something out of his mouth—a white, hard piece..."This…?"
When he opened his hand, everyone's soul shuddered—it was a human tooth.
Seeing that tooth, many of them panicked, and two started vomiting immediately.Another man began screaming. Plates slipped from their hands.
Beast watched them all, taking a drag from his cigarette with a sly smile.He didn't seem like a monster—he looked like the mastermind of a calculated destruction.
There was purpose in his cold smile."What happened?""Don't like the dish?"
Beast said sarcastically, as if enjoying their miserable state.
They tried to say something but couldn't get a word out.What was in front of them wasn't just food... it was a message.
These were Mr. Han's shadow agents.People dressed as hotel "staff" but deeply involved in illegal trade, trafficking, and black market deals.
And Beast... Beast had become the punishment for all their sins.
At that moment, the only thing felt around the table was—"The silence of fear."
Beast took a slow drag from his cigarette, then leaned slightly forward in his chair and said in a calm, relaxed tone,"Alright… let me tell you what's special about this dish."His voice was cool—like a master chef casually revealing the secret of his signature recipe.But his face told a different story…
"The special ingredient in this dish… is your boss."
Beast continued,"This was made… from your boss, Mr. Han."
The moment those words left his mouth, the men around the table began vomiting again. Some fell from their chairs. The color drained from their faces.Their minds couldn't even begin to process what he had just said.
This place—once a private, high-class hotel—was, in truth, a city of shadows.Here, boys and girls were forced into sex work.And some had taken it so far that even after Beast had warned them and told them to stop, they ignored him and restarted everything… in secret.
For Beast, this was the last filthy corner of the city — and now, he had cleaned that too.
Mr. Han — the man who had still been running it all —was now nothing more than "a delicious dish."
And for the people who had once preyed on the innocent —that same dish was now served to them.
These were the men who had kidnapped students from schools and colleges…who lured young job-seekers and dragged them into a pit of prostitution…who shattered innocent dreams and left them traumatized for life.Today, justice had been served.
For Beast, this wasn't just revenge —this was a cleansing.
He still remembered… how Mr. Han had screamed in pain,first when his hand was cut off,then his tongue — so he couldn't speak in his own defense…And when he finally passed out, Beast drove a knife into his gut.Piece by piece…Beast ended his "work" right there.
Then, he turned toward Min-jae, who stood silently behind him…and softly called his name — just once.There was no need to say anything more.
Beast walked out of the room without a word.And the moment he left, gunshots rang out through the space…
By the time the noise stopped,the floor was littered with the bodies of those men.
Some people change because of an accident…But others—because they were meant to deliver justice.