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Intro. Drugs, prostitutes, weapons. Park Jimin has something to do with all of that. He is the alpha of a cruel and ruthless pack, based in Seoul, Korea. If there is a corpse floating in the Han River, Jimin can be tracked to it with six degrees of separation. He is the black wolf, the red-eyed grim reaper, the doll-faced beast. He is what some would call a beautiful monster. Jimin looks at the Pai Gow table, with a buy-in of 10 million won and a pair of aces in his hand. The other alphas look at him condescendingly. "Park, your hand?" asks Hongshu, a burly man with a fake smile Jimin inhales, with a thin cigarette placed between his full lips, with a taste of cancer, ash and smoky wood. He has no plans to lose tonight with a Glock resting comfortably against his hip in case things get difficult. Jimin exposes

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