The gangs of Seoul, with the seven infamous members of Army leading the way, function like any other business. They supply a demand, a one with a high demand at that. At the root of it all is the stuff of evil; money and power. Each gang was just as eager as the next to cut everyone down and find glory for themselves. But these wrecked children of the underground have it off worse than Al Capone, drowning in something more serious than a case of bronchopneumonia. Feelings and needs they don’t quite understand lead to their final end. What does these ends have in common? It’s simple. The American.