Nothing changed after that.

    Slap! Crash!

    Slap! Crash!

    Slap! Crash!

    Every single thug fell after just one slap. At some point, they recognized Suho and avoided approaching him altogether.

    It was almost laughable.

    The Changshik Gang was a criminal organization where more than 80% of its members were awakened individuals. Despite the severe punishments for organized crime in Korea, the fact that gangs still existed in this era was evidence of the country''s deteriorating public security.

    Moving smoothly through the gang members, Suho arrived on the third floor.

    When he opened the door, Im Changshik, the gang''s boss, was already seated, frowning as though he''d been informed of the commotion earlier.

    Upon seeing him, Suho chuckled.

    "Hah."

    What a joke.

    Despite all the chaos, the man still sat there like that?

    Im Changshik raised his voice, sensing the absurdity in Suho''s chuckle.

    "Ahn Suho Hunter, what on earth are you doing all of a sudden?"

    "All of a sudden? You started this, remember?"

    "What are you talking about?"

    "Still playing dumb?"

    "What dumb act?"

    "You messed with Nam Hae-won first. I just met him earlier. Are you seriously going to feign ignorance until the end?"

    "Nam Hae-won?"

    As Im Changshik feigned ignorance, one of his subordinates quickly whispered into his ear, briefing him.

    His frown deepened as he responded.

    "What about him?"

    "What about him? You turned my closest friend into that, and you have the nerve to ask what about him?"

    "Friend."

    The word seemed to shock not only Im Changshik but also the surrounding gang members, their eyes widening in disbelief.

    Finally understanding the gravity of the situation, Im Changshik stood and motioned for his subordinates to leave.

    When they hesitated, he shouted.

    "Get out, you idiots!"

    "Y-yes, boss!"

    The thugs scrambled to leave.

    How pitiful.

    They couldn’t even stand up to him, yet now they pretended to act tough.

    Once the room cleared, Im Changshik adjusted his tone.

    "It seems there’s been a misunderstanding. Let’s sit and talk this out."

    "Misunderstanding?"

    "Yes, a misunderstanding."

    "Do you truly believe that?"

    As Suho stepped closer, Im Changshik hastily issued a warning.

    "I’m warning you, if you lay a hand on me, I’ll call the police—"

    "What nonsense."

    Slap! Crash!

    Im Changshik flew to the floor.

    Did he just mention the police? From a gang leader’s mouth?

    More surprising, however, was that Im Changshik didn’t pass out from the slap.

    "Ugh..."

    Blood dripped from his mouth as Suho grinned.

    "Not bad. You’re the boss, after all. Didn’t faint in one hit."

    "You... I’ll never let this..."

    "Never let what? Let’s see how long you can keep saying that."

    Suho clenched his fist.

    As Im Changshik tried to push himself up against the wall, Suho’s fist came crashing down on his head like a hammer.

    Thud!

    A heavy sound.

    And then.

    Thump.

    Im Changshik finally passed out.

    Suho grabbed the unconscious man by the collar, dragged him across the floor, and opened the dimensional pocket.

    He tossed him inside and shut the door.

    Suho’s brow furrowed as he read.

    "Disgusting..."

    The Changshik Gang’s operations were rooted in loan sharking.

    Initially, they targeted regular citizens, gradually amassing power by recruiting Hunters and exploiting awakened individuals. With Hunters yielding greater profits, they eventually escalated their operations to include drug addiction schemes, deliberately hooking victims to drain them dry—what they referred to as "addiction work."

    Resistance was futile for their victims.

    Whether willingly or not, once someone used drugs, they became a criminal under the law. Modern drugs, especially those tailored for players, were far stronger than ordinary narcotics, leaving victims with no choice but to succumb.

    "Thinking back, Nam Hae-won was a rare exception."

    Nam Hae-won’s escape from their clutches had only been possible due to his unique traits.

    After tossing the ledger into his inventory, Suho headed down to the second floor and opened the other safe.

    Inside, he found drugs, the gang''s operational funds, and illegal weapons. He collected everything before handing the remaining safes to Bulgasari.

    "Have at it."

    "Bul-bul."

    Bulgasari eagerly devoured the safes while Suho activated his skill.

    [Entering Dimensional Pocket House.]

    Inside the Dimensional Pocket

    Smack!

    "Ughhh!"

    The sound of a powerful slap snapped Im Changshik back to consciousness.

    "Where am I?"

    His vision cleared, revealing Suho standing before him. Im Changshik scrambled to his feet in shock.

    "Y-you!"

    "What’s the plan? You just going to lounge around all day?"

    "W-what? You knocked me out, didn’t you?!"

    "And?"

    "What do you mean, ''and''?"

    Before Im Changshik could continue, Suho’s fist collided with his face.

    Crunch!

    The blow was brutal. Im Changshik clutched his face, groaning as he collapsed to the ground.

    "Aghhh!"

    Just one punch.

    But it was enough to break his nose and knock out several teeth.

    It wasn’t surprising—Suho’s strength stat was nearing the Red level threshold.

    Suho smiled coldly.

    "You’ve been kidnapped."

    "W-what?!"

    "This place is my domain. No one else can enter. Consider it the perfect environment for you to reflect on your actions."

    "What are you—"

    Without another word, Suho grabbed his arm and pulled out a syringe.

    The contents? The drugs Suho had confiscated earlier, the same ones used to addict victims like Nam Hae-won.

    Im Changshik’s eyes widened in terror.

    "W-wait!"

    "Shut up."

    "Aaargh!"

    Suho twisted his arm, immobilizing him as he calmly injected the drug.

    Two doses.

    Given Im Changshik’s nearing one-star rank as a Hunter, one injection wouldn’t have been enough.

    The effects were immediate.

    Im Changshik flailed wildly, his limbs convulsing as the drug coursed through his veins. His body eventually stiffened, his mouth producing guttural sounds.

    "Ughhh..."

    The drug, called Illusion, had taken hold.

    "That’s right," Suho said coldly. "The same ''Illusion'' you distributed. Let’s see how you handle it."

    As the drug’s effects intensified, Suho laid several more syringes filled with Illusion in front of him.

    "You won’t resist, will you? After all, this is your product."

    Leaving Im Changshik to his torment, Suho exited the Dimensional Pocket.

    Im Changshik would suffer for days, perhaps weeks. He would endure the worst withdrawal symptoms imaginable while simultaneously experiencing the most euphoric highs.

    As an "elite gangster," Im Changshik had prided himself on never using the drugs he peddled—not even cigarettes. But now, he would experience firsthand the hell he had inflicted on others.

    An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.

    This was the first punishment Suho would deliver to Im Changshik.