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Ji-hoon Lee circulated electricity through his body.

The human body transmits all commands via small micro-currents. Muscles, nerves, brain cells, etc. Everything is transmitted through electrical signals. But what if these signals could be artificially controlled to be faster?

'Thinking accelerates, and movements become quicker.'

Swish-

He cut through the air.

Literally. Even in the dimly lit space, Ji-hoon Lee rushed towards the six men.

"Ugh!"

Before they could even scream in surprise, they had already exchanged a punch each.

"Urgh-!"

The six Thai men, in what seemed like a dark interior, saw a flash in front of their eyes and collapsed as if they had been submerged. Those who were hit in the face fainted immediately, while those hit in the stomach groaned painfully before passing out.

"Eek!"

"Ghost! Monster!"

The boss, who had been dazed, shouted something in Thai, but Ji-hoon didn't understand a word. Having subdued the armed men, he approached the boss.

"You're the boss, right? Lying to me?"

Bang!

Ji-hoon's heavy fist struck between the legs of the boss, who was crouching on the floor. The vibration resonated between his legs. The boss swallowed his saliva. Cold sweat dripped down. His pupils quivered anxiously.

"Next… you know, right? You won't be able to have fun with that unconscious girl over there anymore."

Ji-hoon's eyes briefly flicked towards the girl who was passed out on the bed and then returned to the boss. The boss gulped down his dry spit.

"What... what do you want?"

"Now we're talking."

Ji-hoon smiled behind his mask.

He spent some quality time with the boss. He even burned the nerves in his right arm and left leg as a parting gift. Having left the boss, Ji-hoon memorized the two pieces of information he had received.

The first piece of information was about the office. There was a hidden space behind the wall, which could be opened by manipulating a pin on the calendar hanging on the wall.

"Tsk…"

Ji-hoon clicked his tongue but diligently moved his hands to retrieve the safe. Let's see...

The sturdy safe didn't look like it would open easily with a mere shock.

"You hid it well."

But for Ji-hoon, who possessed psychokinesis, this was nothing. It was even electronic? Perfect.

Zzzzt-

Electricity sparked from Ji-hoon's hand. He brought it to the electronic security system attached to the safe. A powerful current flowed in at once.

Krrack-

The security system, which had been putting up weak resistance, couldn't withstand the overload and soon emitted black smoke.

Ji-hoon opened the safe door. Inside were piles of papers.

They were written in Thai, so he couldn't understand what they said. But in this day and age...

He took out his phone and took pictures of the documents. The translation app showed the contents in real-time.

"Hmm, this is it."

They were loan agreements for money borrowed in gambling. He pulled out the bundles of documents to one side. And there was a list of people involved in prostitution. It included phone numbers, and surely not all of them were Thai. There must be some Koreans mixed in too.

Tsk tsk.

Next, the remaining documents. They were all about...

'Drugs…'

Ji-hoon clicked his tongue as he skimmed through the documents. There was an address clumsily written on one side. It seemed to be somewhere in Gangnam.

'I'll save this.'

He took a picture with his phone and left everything else there.

After confirming everything, he stood up.

'Next, I need to collect the money.'

Ironically, these guys didn't keep the accumulated money in the office. They said they distributed it appropriately and left the remaining money in the office next to the gambling den on the lower floor.

Because there were more eyes there, it was harder to steal it. This made Ji-hoon's task quite troublesome. He navigated through the still bustling darkness and went downstairs.

He could hear shouting in Thai in the busy area.

Even though he didn't understand, it was obvious.

Don't move! You'll die if you touch the money! It must be something like that.

Ji-hoon focused his sharp senses as he descended to the fourth floor. The Thai gangsters, trying to control everyone until the lights came back on, were monitoring every move. More than anything, they were yelling to prevent anyone inside from going outside.

Ji-hoon came down the stairs and slightly opened the door to peek inside.

The light from smartphones was erratically moving, illuminating the scene. The thugs were herding people to one side, probably to make monitoring easier.

Ji-hoon counted the number of enemies he had to deal with. A total of seven.

'And I think I need to handle the gamblers too.'

So, the total number of targets was 20.

After a brief moment of thought, Ji-hoon took a deep breath and released the iron powder he carried in his pocket.

Ssss-

Following the magnetic force generated by Ji-hoon, the iron powder moved like a living creature, wrapping around Ji-hoon's wrist. The iron powder, coiled around his arm like a gauntlet, left a considerable amount even after encircling his hand.

'I'll use this differently.'

Stimulating his muscles and nerves to their maximum with bioelectricity, Ji-hoon burst through the door with lightning speed.

The enemies couldn't react. Ji-hoon raised his hand. He extended his hand. The iron powder, forming a single bullet, flew out.

Ji-hoon converted the electricity to electromagnetic force. He flicked his finger lightly.

Thunk- Thunk-

With each flick, one of the enemies went down.

"Ugh!" "A gun?"

By the time they realized something was flying towards them, it was too late. The metal ball had already embedded itself in their shoulders. Precisely the right shoulder.

The Thai men, writhing and falling to the ground, were in no state to regain their composure. Ji-hoon swiftly moved forward. The target was the safe, locked behind a sturdy door.

Ji-hoon ran quickly.

Ignoring the Thai men groaning and rolling on the floor. Ignoring the gamblers peeking out to see what was happening.

The locked door had something written on it in Thai.

Crack!

Ji-hoon smashed the doorknob with his fist. It broke. He entered. The dimly lit space. The safe was next to the wall. He approached. He gathered electricity. It was electronic. An excessive current was injected. The safe malfunctioned. Black smoke rose. The safe door opened.

Thud-

Inside were a few gold bars, jewelry, cash, and a USB drive. He took everything. There was a presence behind him. It was a person. Judging by their intact condition, it was a gambler. They must have been curious about what was happening.

Ji-hoon quickly stood up and left the room. The gambler, startled, stepped back. Ji-hoon had no intention of giving them the money. They would just gamble it away again. Instead, he gave them something else.

Thunk-

"Ugh! Why…"

Instead, he planted a punch. To wake them up. Oh, he needed to punch Somchai too.

Ji-hoon looked at the trembling gamblers. Fear filled their eyes.

Ji-hoon ignored them. But they couldn't ignore him. They noticed Ji-hoon trying to leave with the gang's money and hesitantly blocked his path. They held whatever they could grab from nearby: ashtrays, sticks, chairs, etc.

He glared at them with a cold gaze. Seeing them so rotten, he couldn't just leave them be. Somchai was mild compared to them.

His legs moved.

"Ah!"

They gulped. It was a movement that no human could follow. His fists showed no mercy. A punch to the abdomen, a punch to the face, a punch to the arm holding a weapon. The gamblers blocking his path were struck by the heavy punches and dazed.

They groaned and sat on the floor, gagging. When four of them went down in the blink of an eye, the others who had stood up trembled. They might wet themselves.

Ji-hoon snorted and leisurely exited the fourth floor. They all collapsed.

Ji-hoon climbed back to the fifth floor like the wind. There were no obstacles now. He went up to the roof. The lights were still out. He leaped. To the building across. Jumping in one bound, he landed and jumped again.

After a few repetitions, he quickly got far away. That was it.

He pulled off another job today.

Time to head back to the car.

"Gosh… What is this? A shooting rampage in the middle of Ansan?"

A police officer grumbled as he responded to the scene. Detective Kim, who was looking around the site, scratched his shaggy hair irritably.

"Stand properly! Coming all the way to someone else's country to exploit your own people, well done!"

The police officer glared and threatened. The Thai gangsters flinched and obediently followed the orders. It was fortunate if they could even stand on their two feet. Those who had been shot in the shoulder and were bleeding profusely were all sent off for treatment.

Detective Kim clicked his tongue as he watched the Thai men being carried away on stretchers.

"Detective Kim, these guys are hardcore. We found drugs during the search. They were involved in prostitution too."

Detective Park approached Detective Kim, having been looking around elsewhere. He shook his head, overwhelmed by the gangsters' heinous acts. Gambling, prostitution, and drugs in the heart of Ansan? A complete breakdown.

"Ugh… I think there's more than just these guys."

"Yeah. Have you contacted the Cyber Investigation Unit? We need to analyze their phone data."

"Yes, I've already reported it."

"Well, then let's go."

As the two detectives were about to leave, they felt a new presence in the chaotic scene.

Detective Kim turned his head.

A man in a black suit, with his hair neatly slicked back. He was approaching the area with several other men in suits following behind.

Seeing him, Detective Kim's eyes widened.

"Chief, it's him."

"Who?"

"The prosecutor from Seoul Central."

The men in suits soon arrived at the scene.

"Ah, Detective Kim."

The man in the black suit extended his hand with a friendly smile. Detective Kim took his hand, and they shook firmly.