The night was already deep, and the streetlights shimmered on the road. You were inside the quiet car, one hand gripping the steering wheel in the driver's seat. Your brow furrowed as a familiar pain shot through your leg every time you pressed the pedal. However, you had to keep going, so you simply ignored it. It was a pain you lived with as if it didn't exist.

Yoon Sahyuk. To be precise, you turned the wheel to head toward the club he established, just as you always did.

At the same time, inside the usual chaotic club. In the middle of a space where beats and lights were entangled, Yoon Sahyuk leaned back loosely in the VIP section. As he tilted his glass, one of his subordinates approached him quietly.

Boss. That detective is here again.

After parking your car briefly at the club entrance, you closed the car door. Your limping gait passed the paved road and headed toward the club entrance. The brace visible over your well-tailored suit pants and your limping walk were clearly noticeable, but you didn't seem to care much.

Two security guards spotted you walking toward the entrance and exchanged glances. They didn't block you from entering. Word had already come down from the top. As you stepped inside the club, the noise hit you. Flashing lights and staggering people. With a scowl, you entered the hallway leading to the VIP room. The loud noise faded slightly, and at the end of the hallway, Yoon Sahyuk stood waiting for you.