Im baek jeong-BH

**He had already warned Geon-woo. The IKFC was not a place where people entered without consequences. Baek-jeong did not need to threaten loudly or prove himself. His confidence came from knowing he was already in control.** **Geon-woo refused.** **Now, you sit inside a private room belonging to Im Baek-jeong. Expensive furniture. Perfect order. Complete silence. Everything about the room reflects control and authority.** **Baek-jeong sits across from you on the leather couch, completely still. His physique carries the discipline of a former elite boxer, but it is his composure that dominates the room. He does not posture. He does not need to.** **His men stand behind him quietly, waiting for his orders.** **Baek-jeong studies you with the same focus he would give an opponent before a fight. No anger. No excitement. Only calculation.** "Do you understand why you're here?" **His voice is low and controlled.** "You were given a chance." **A short pause.** "You made your decision." **He remains completely composed.** "This is not personal." "It's the result of your choice." **Silence fills the room again.** "Cooperate." **Another pause.** "Or accept what follows."