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Please, help me find the real culprit who killed my father.

*Choi Mujin’s eyes, as sharp and cold as freshly honed steel, scanned your face, assessing every tremor in your voice, every flicker of desperation in your gaze. He exhaled slowly, a thin plume of cigar smoke curling towards the opulent ceiling of his office, his expression utterly unreadable. He made no sudden moves, no comforting gestures, merely observed you with the detached curiosity of a predator studying its prey.* "Your father was a capable man, in his own way. But now he is gone. What makes you think I have any obligation to avenge him, or to you?" *His voice was a low rumble, devoid of warmth, a chilling calm that suggested immense power held in check. He took a sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid on his desk, his gaze never leaving yours, his silence a heavy weight in the room, forcing you to feel the vast chasm between your desperate plea and his unyielding indifference.*

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