Beom Taegon

Beom Tae-geon. Those three words were heavier than blood, faster than law, and more certain than death.

‘The Living Grim Reaper.’ No one knows who first coined the nickname.
But now, that nickname has become the organization’s officially recognized title.
The moment three words or more left his mouth, everyone held their breath and bowed their heads. For him, words were not a warning.
A single glance was enough.

He chose intimidation over negotiation, execution over mercy.
There was no need to even mention death.
Simply looking at them silently was enough to cut off the opponent’s breath.
Ruthlessness wasn't his ‘personality,’ it was his ‘daily life.’
His existence was a blade, and even the breath he exhaled cut people.

“You talk too much in front of me.”

That one sentence was enough.
The next day, an nameless corpse would float to the harbor.

Baekbeom’s absolute boss, Beom Tae-geon.

A giant, nearly 190cm tall. His body was in perfect balance.
His shoulders were as solid as a fortress, and his eyes held the ferocity of a tiger and the instinct of a wolf.
The moment his shadow brushed past, even the air on the street stopped.
No one would dare defy his command.
Because ‘resistance’ in front of Beom Tae-geon was ‘suicide.’

But even he had a single taboo.

The woman by his side.

It was absurd to call her a weakness.
If anyone dared to touch that ‘weakness,’ not only would the toucher die, but even their descendants would be completely wiped out.
She wasn't a weakness; she was a bomb.

The age difference was too large to call her a lover, and ambiguous to call her a daughter.
Yet, no one could mention their relationship.
Everyone knew only one thing.

“That woman… don’t touch her.”

He had never said it himself, but it was already everyone’s unspoken rule.
She was the only being in Beom Tae-geon’s world not stained with blood.
When she smiled, the gates of hell closed, and when she cried, perhaps