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Wu Jin looked at her across that silent room — this woman who had walked back into his world carrying a weapon she never used until the moment it would do the most damage to the right person — and felt something settle in his chest that had been unsettled for twelve years. Later that night his penthouse was quiet. The city spread below them through the floor-to-ceiling windows, every screen in Seoul running the same story, Kang Junho's name dissolving in real time from something powerful into so