—The customer cannot take your call……

Choe Yeonghui pulled her face into a hard frown at the recorded line, repeated until it was nearly driven into her ear.

"You can't reach him?"

Ri Seongcheol's office on Jeju. A three-story house for Chinese buyers, tied up unsold.

Choe Yeonghui took her eyes off the phone and screwed up her face.

"Well now…… I'm wondering if this little bastard hasn't croaked."

"Is that so?"

"By now there ought to have been word from him……"

At what Choe Yeonghui said, Ri Seongcheol's expression hardened too.

"This is a mess. Those gangster bastards aren't going to sit still."

A job with the advance already taken. Go wrong here and it will not end with paying the money back.

"Wait a while longer."

He did not want to believe Kim Cheolsu had failed at the job.

But it has been a month already. A whole month gone by and he cannot be reached.

"……If he's croaked it's no matter, but if he's been taken……"

"Orabai. You don't need to worry about that. Cheolsu is a boy whose heart is dead."

Choe Yeonghui remembered the look in Kim Cheolsu's eyes, with the feeling dead in them.

The grandfather of all interrogators could come and still do nothing with Kim Cheolsu.

"It's a headache."

"Be patient. Anywhere for Cheolsu to go in this country anyway…… there isn't."

On that point Choe Yeonghui can speak with certainty. Kim Cheolsu is a man who handles people the way a butcher handles livestock for slaughter.

There is no place in the South that will take him in.

"Then Heritage……"

"The southern guards are…… too many."

Strangely, nothing works itself loose; it only keeps piling up. In law the resort's owner has changed entirely.

Now there is nothing to be done about it even with fists. Nothing was going right and Ri Seongcheol was thoroughly angry.

Think about it again and there is one bastard at the root of all of it!

"Ask around for some other killers! I will have that Ha Tae-ung bastard's throat, without fail!!"

"Whoaaaa. T-Tae-ung lives…