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"Don\'t be like that. My boss is looking for people who can do a simple job for him," I giggled, trying to sweeten the offer.

I was currently controlling a female bystander I had just picked up from the street. Approaching them while in the body of the opposite gender felt less threatening.

I took care not to choose an overly attractive woman to avoid drawing their perverted tendencies. Additionally, I had no desire to witness anything unpleasant while controlling her body. Even though I couldn\'t physically feel anything, the idea of seeing "It" in her perspective was something I wished to steer clear of. I don\'t have that kind of fetish .

"We don\'t have time for that right now," he sneered in contempt. It was evident that the recent events involving their boss had put them on edge. Such a reaction was only natural, as the death of a Damien could leave them vulnerable to other rival gangs looking to exploit their position.

But I knew how to handle people like them.

"He mentioned that he\'s looking for individuals to take on a task, and he\'s ready to part with 10,000,000 won as payment," I enticed them with the promise of money.

"10,000,000 won? How many people does he need?" The gangster\'s demeanor did a 180-degree flip faster than a skate border in a competition, showing just how enticing the offer was.

"Only two people," I replied, playing it cool.

His eyes lit up with excitement, and I could practically see how tempting the offer was to him. If it was just for two people, that would mean 5,000,000 won each.

Little did he know, I had no intention of paying them for their services. As for their salary? Well, they were in for a big surprise – it was going to be nothing.

"Hey, I think we should let the others know," one of the gang members guarding the door suggested, his hand resting on his friend\'s shoulder as he glanced around nervously.

"Bro, boss Damien is dead, and the gang is in shambles right now. Let\'s just take this job for ourselves and earn some quick cash," he suggested.

"But we might get in trouble," the gang member protested.

"Bro, we\'re the only ones who know about this. If you keep your mouth shut, we can grab the money for ourselves," he replied, trying to convince him.

The other member contemplated for a moment, but after a few seconds, he too succumbed to the temptation of money. After all, they had become gangsters in the first place because they wanted to make quick cash.

"Where is your boss?" he asked.

"He\'s inside that car," I gestured for them to follow me.

As I turned my back to them, a wide grin spread across my face. \'Suckers.\'

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Inside the building .

In the kitchen, three cooks bustled about in casual attire, working together to cook dishes. The air was filled with the enticing scents of Korean cuisine.

One cook stood at the grill, flipping marinated beef slices for bulgogi, the sizzle and aroma filling the small kitchen. Another stirred a pot of kimchi jjigae, letting the spicy stew bubble away. A third cook mixed and seasoned a wok full of vegetables and tofu for a hearty bibimbap.

"Hey, Elder Mong told me that he needs to speak with you," I tapped the shoulder of a man wearing an apron. He looked too rough to be a chef, and his tattoos were a clear indicator of his gang affiliation. It seemed that even their head cook was a gangster.

"Again? What does he want this time? I\'m in the middle of preparing lunch," he grumbled with an irritated expression. It was clear that, despite being a gangster, this guy took his cooking duties very seriously. What dedication.

"I don\'t know, but you better go talk to him. He\'s waiting outside," I replied, attempting to sound nonchalant.

He begrudgingly removed his apron and scanned the kitchen, and called out to another chef, "Hey, take over for me."

"That\'s your job, you Fucker!"The other chef responded .

"I\'ll beat you if I come back here to find burnt food!" he warned with a stern expression.

"Huh? Are you threatening me? You want me to slice you up?" the other chef challenged, refusing to back down.

"You want a piece of me? " He retorted .

"Ahem… Elder Mong is waiting," I intervened in their conversation, bringing their bickering to a stop. It seemed like they were on the verge of starting a kitchen brawl if I hadn\'t stepped in.

"Alright, alright," he finally relented, turning off the stove and making his way outside. He used the kitchen door to leave the alleyway, and I followed closely behind.

On the street, he began searching for something.

"Where is he? I don\'t see his car," he inquired.

"He\'s inside that car," I pointed to my sedan.

With a visibly irritated expression, he strode toward the sedan and yanked the door open, expecting to find his uncle, Mr. Mong, inside. However, what greeted him was a super handsome stranger, and his irritated expression quickly morphed into one of confusion and surprise.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked with a puzzled expression, clearly taken aback by the unexpected encounter.

"I\'m your new master,"

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The moment he heard my voice, his expression transformed as if he had just reunited with a long-lost family member for the very first time.

"Take a seat," I commanded, and he obeyed without hesitation.

"I have an important job for you, and you will follow my instructions

without fail," I began the conversation. Now, it was time for me to program his mind and proceed with my plan.

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Author\'s Note

Thank you for the gift!

Bonus Chapters 1/5 - Castle

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