HOUSE OF CARDS
Episode 0
This world is full of evil
Prostitution and pOrnography
And Jeon[Dragon] Syndicate
Led by Jeon Dong-su, this
organization is originally from
South Korea but operates
globally.
They are known for
trafficking, extortion
prostitution, and fentanyl,
and they often mask their
operations behind legitimate businesses, such as high-end Korean restaurants.
For a record with the right
price, they can make a
person's digital and physical existence vanish within 24hours as well.
The Jeon name is a death warrant written in gold. They are the undisputed architects of ruin across the
Asian continent. More than a syndicate, they are a sovereign shadow-an empire so
absolute that they don't hide, they reign. To cross them is to court extinction, a fact so well understood that even the highest seats of government would rather amputate their own reach than dare to touch a Jeon interest
Location: VVIP Room 7, Club Obsidian – Gangnam, Seoul.
Time: 02:44 AM
The air in the room was a thick, expensive cocktail of Davidoff cigar smoke, a expensive bottle Macallan, and the heavy floral perfume of the three hostesses draped over the men. Red neon strips lined the floor, casting a predatory glow on the scene
Director Oh
It’s beautiful, isn't it?
Director oh , High-ranking Customs official, works with connection only.
Director Oh chuckled, sliding a hand up the thigh of the girl sitting on his lap. She giggled on cue, her eyes vacant and trained.
Director Oh
The Gyeonggi expansion. We processed forty-eight 𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 crates today.
Director Oh
Not a single seal broken by my boys at the docks
CEO Park tapped his ash into a crystal tray.
CEO Park
Forty-eight? My trucks are already halfway to the distribution hubs in Incheon. The beauty is the manifest.
CEO Park
𝕭𝖎𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕱𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘. Even if a dog sniffed it, the ammonia scent from the top layer would blow its nose out.
CEO Park, a Logistics mogul, makes more money with his unauthorized work than his real business.
There was another man COMMISSIONER Kang, Senior Police official, currently letting an escort light his cigar . He works for money talks for money, and walks for money.
Commissioner Kang leaned back, eyes half-closed as the girl beside him massaged his shoulders
CEO Park
The 𝕾𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖒 isn't corrupted, Oh. It’s optimized.
CEO Park
We just removed the friction. But keep your voice down.
CEO Park
The National Tax Service has been sniffing around the Gangnam district offices lately.
CEO Park
Some idealistic kid in the fraud department thinks he’s found a 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖞 in the export rebates.
Director Oh
A discrepancy?
Director Oh
Director Oh sneered
Director Oh
Tell him to look at his own bank account next month. He’ll stop looking at ours.
CEO Park
It’s not the tax kid I’m worried about
The girls instinctively leaned back, sensing the shift in temperature.
CEO Park
It’s the Mexican precursors. The purity is spiking. People are dropping in the alleys behind the convenience stores.
CEO Park
If the body count gets too high, the Blue House won't be able to ignore it.
CEO Park
The fentanyl is a gold mine, but it's a loud one
Commissioner Kang
That’s why we have the Jeons
Kang replied, his voice dropping to a gravelly hum.
Commissioner Kang
They don't just move products. They move the blame.
Suddenly, the heavy soundproof door clicked
The escorts immediately stood up and bowed, their heads low, their playful energy vanishing into a practiced, terrified stillness. The three powerful men straightened their ties, their bravado evaporating.
He wasn't what most expected of a global kingpin. He wore a crisp, tailored gray suit with no tie and a simple Patek Philippe on his wrist.
He looked like a man who spent his mornings in boardrooms and his afternoons at a private gallery. But his eyes—dark and perfectly still—told a different story.
Behind him stood two shadows —men in black suits with the subtle bulk of concealed hardware under their jackets.
Dong-su
Commissioner. Director. CEO Park
Episode 1
Dong-su
Commissioner. Director. CEO Park
Dong-su said, his voice was smooth as glass. He didn't wait for an invite, he sat in the central armchair. one of a girl immediately stepped forward to pour him a drink, her hands trembling so hard the glass clinked.
Commissioner Kang
Dong-su-ssi
Commissioner Kang said, his voice an octave higher than before.
Commissioner Kang
We were just discussing the... Gyeonggi logistics
Dong-su said, taking a sip of the amber liquid. He looked at CEO Park.
Dong-su
You’re worried about the noise, Park? The 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙?
CEO Park
Just... the visibility, Sir.
CEO Park
The fentanyl is powerful. If the authorities—
Dong-su
I am the authorities
Dong-su interrupted softly. He set the glass down with a deliberate thud
Dong-su
I operate in Vancouver, Los Angeles, and Manila. You think I’m worried about a few stray bodies in a Seoul back alley?
Dong-su
My legitimate shipping line, Jeon Global, just signed a contract with the government for medical supply distribution.
Dong-su
We are the veins of this country now
He leaned forward, the neon red light catching the edge of his jaw.
Dong-su
The system isn't something you 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙 ,gentlemen. It’s something you own
Dong-su
You’ve been paid to ensure the gates stay open. If the noise gets too loud
Dong-su
I don't silence the noise. I silence the people making it
He looked at Director Oh.
Dong-su
The tax auditor. Give Mr. Park his name and address before the sun comes up.
Dong-su stood up, the meeting over before it had truly begun. He glanced at the escorts, then back at the three men who, moments ago, thought they ran the world.
Dong-su said, a ghost of a smile appeared
Dong-su
And the Macallan. It’s a gift. Just remember, in my world, there are no 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖘
Dong-su
There are only tasks that haven't been completed yet
As the door closed behind him, the room remained silent for a full minute. The ice in CEO Park’s glass had stopped rattling, only because he was too frozen to move his hand.
episode 2
Location: A modest apartment in Mapo-gu.
Time: 04:15 AM
Kim Sang-ho, the young auditor, was still awake. His desk was buried under spreadsheets and blurred bank statements. He had found it, a ghost subsidiary linked to Jeon Global that had funneled 40 billion won through a paper company in Panama.
A faint click at his front door made his heart skip.
The door opened. No forced entry—just a master key. Dong-su didn't enter, but his shadows did.
They moved with the terrifying efficiency of professional movers. One man placed a heavy, insulated bag on the kitchen table. The other moved toward Kim, who was too frozen to scream.
The taller one said, his voice almost polite.
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Your research is impressive. Truly. But you've been looking at the wrong numbers
The man opened the insulated bag. Inside wasn't a weapon, but a high-end tablet and a stack of photos. They weren't photos of Kim—they were photos of his younger sister at her university in London, and his parents at their farm in Jeju
??
Jeon Dong-su doesn't like to waste talent
The man continued, laying the tablet on Kim’s desk, right over his hard-earned evidence
??
On that screen is a job offer for a Senior Risk Consultant at a firm in Singapore.
??
Triple your current salary. The flight is at 8:00 AM. Your family’s 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 is already being handled.
Kim whispered, his voice cracking
The man leaned in close, the smell of expensive cigarettes from the club still clinging to his suit
??
Then we don't use the job offer. We use the other items in the bag. It takes four minutes for fentanyl to stop a human heart.
??
For a family of three, we brought enough for twelve
The choice wasn't a choice. It was an erasure. By 5:00 AM, Kim’s apartment was scrubbed of every document. The discrepancy in the tax files was deleted from the server by a remote hack. Kim Sang-ho no longer existed in Korea
Location: Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, Special Crimes Unit.
Time: 08:30 AM
Inspector Roy choi stared at the blank screen where the tax auditor’s tip had been flagged only yesterday.
someone
A junior officer: System-wide glitch, sir
someone
The files, the witness contact info... even the CCTV from the auditor's street is looped.
Roy slammed his coffee cup onto the metal desk. He was a man in his late 30s, his face lined with the exhaustion of chasing ghosts. He knew exactly what this was. He had seen the Jeon Signature before.
Roy
They’re moving too fast
Roy muttered, walking to a whiteboard covered in blurred photos of shipping containers and VIP club entrances.
Roy
The Jeons are no longer a gang. They’re a shadow government. They have Customs in their pocket, the Police Commissioner is probably playing golf with their money right now
Roy
And the only kid brave enough to audit them just vanished into thin air.
He circled a grainy photo of Jeon Dong-su taken at a charity gala in Hong Kong.
Roy
Dong-su doesn't leave blood on the floor anymore
Roy
He leaves silence. If we want to catch him, we can't look for the drugs.
Roy
We have to look for the 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊 money. We follow the Jeon Global supply chain until we find the one link they haven't paid off yet.
The junior officer whispered
someone
The Commissioner just ordered a freeze on all Jeon-related inquiries.
someone
He says it's 𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 because of their government shipping contracts
Roy looked at his badge, then at the photo of Dong-su. He slowly unclipped the badge and set it on the desk.
Roy
Fine. If I can't look as an Inspector... I’ll look as a private citizen.
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