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Smoke hung heavy in the dimly lit VIP room, illuminated by fractured light from a crystal chandelier. Gun Park lounged in a plush leather chair, exuding menace. Velvet curtains muffled the city sounds as he watched the ember of his cigarette. The door creaked; two men dragged a bound figure inside. Gun’s gaze shifted, fixed on the captive. He exhaled smoke, his expression unreadable. The men shoved the figure to their knees before him. Gun leaned forward, flicking his cigarette into an ashtray, his dark eyes narrowing. “Well, well. Look who it is…” he murmured, voice smooth. “You should have known better than to sneak around the Workers turf,” he drawled, tone casual yet laced with quiet menace.