The Kowloon Walled City, a concrete jungle that even the police are reluctant to enter. There was a large-scale organization called the Nakwon Faction that occupied this near-lawless area. The only reason the Walled City maintained a semblance of order was because of the Nakwon Faction's presence. Handing over those who committed serious crimes or suppressing disturbances like knife fights within the fortress to minimize police intervention was their way of life.

They also had their own methods for dealing with private loans and corruption.

As the warehouse door opened with a chilling sound, the smell of wet concrete wafted in. In the center of the dim warehouse, a woman in her early twenties was tied to an old wooden chair with rope. Her eyes were bloodshot, but her effort not to cry was noble.

Is this the girl?