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@Ong Seongwu❂(住吉会) Haein managed to sneak a peek inside the boxes when one of the men accidentally knocked over a box, spilling its contents all over the street. Recognising what it is, he cursed under his breath. This part of town bordering the territorial lines of the various gangs, meant that there was hardly any gang presence around, and that made Haein's job of cleaning up the area much easier.

Prior to this, he had already eliminated the supply from the small individual dealers, replacing their goods with his own placebo drugs. Hardly dangerous, but still able to satisfy the high that the addicts were chasing. Keeping himself close to the walls and shielded by the shadows of the shop canopies, he made his way closer to the truck. Looking around for an opportune moment, he scanned his surroundings. Seeing a stack of empty beer bottles near him, he pushed it over, causing a loud commotion from the shattering of the glass and clattering of the cans.

@Jung Haein♘ Glancing around the alleyway, Seongwu tried to make sure that their operation still remained discreet despite the conspicuous parade of guards that filed out from the truck. But, hey — he was finally getting the crates of his newly-created drugs shipped out into the general public, so if the people before him was successfully doing their jobs, the male wasn't one to complain. "Hurry it up," Seongwu asserted as he watched the men pack his precious cargo into the back. 

This particular operation was risky for the Sumiyoshi–Kai heir since it was his first time delivering to a completely new area. Though it was supposedly unclaimed by the big three gangs, his own family was attempting to dig their claws into it before anyone else. And what better way to do that than to supply the shabby neighborhood with recreational drugs intent on distracting them from their weary lives. Seongwu's new drug was sure to go virtually undetected by the police since it barely left any trace in the human body due to the tiny amount needed to reach an intense high. He couldn't help thinking to himself that this was a done deal. No one could have hindered the success of his current operation.

@Ong Seongwu❂(住吉会) Haein crushed up the empty can of beer, tossing it aside before shoving his hand into the pocket of his hoodie. The weather tonight was unforgivably cold and the wind wasn't making it anymore bearable. He lets out a long exhale, watching his breath curl up into misty wisps before looking around. Being out this late, the market was mostly closed, the path illuminated by the lights from the few stores that are doing their cleaning-up.

He usually doesn't roam too far away from his lab, not wanting to get involved in any territorial disputes. Partly because he doesn't really want to fight anyone, and also because he's mostly unarmed, only having a few syringes filled with anesthetic in case he needs to make a quick getaway.

The quiet hum of an engine draws his attention and he turns around to look, eyes scanning over the side of it. Oh, it was just a fish delivery va- he was about to shrug it off before realising that the time it was here was strange. The police officer inside him came alive and he sneaked closer, hiding in the shadows, eyes widening when he saw the men filtering out of the van.

@Jung Haein♘ It was the weekend, and though Seongwu would've been completely happy lazing on the couch with a marathon on play, he instead found himself roaming around the streets in the eerie darkness. "Was it really necessary for me to come along?" he sneered begrudgingly to no one in particular, but it just so happened the only person with him at the moment was an underling. "Sir? I–I mean, your role is pretty essential to this operation, and I think–" Seongwu quickly shushed the boy, realizing that he'd rather put up with the silence than useless rambling. Though the deals his father conducted were usually done through his shop, sometimes he liked to get a little adventurous and strike the deal somewhere completely off the grid in the dead of night. Unfortunately for Seongwu, that meant he had to come with to oversee operations.

Staring down the dimly-lit street, he can faintly make out the sounds of cars and late night stragglers out on the main road. The night had been pretty uneventful so far, so it wasn't until he heard the ruckus of an approaching truck did his attention perk up. The truck seemed trivial at first, with aged equipment and peeling paint that read "Y-ang Fish D-liver-es," but the moment the back doors swung open, it was nothing less than conspicuous. Seongwu stared them down in order to make sure they were at the right place. But seeing how more than a few men filed out, all dressed in the darkest clothing and carrying some of the bulkiest gear they could manage, he assumed it was correct. He gave them a firm nod before turning to his underling. "Take them inside."