"Any traces?"

"They're all dead."

"And him?"

"He's at his Seoul office."

"You're sure it was him?"

"We turned a bodyguard at his office with a honey trap. It's certain."

"...His security's tighter than I expected..."

"It looks like hit men other than ours were on the move, too."

"The kid has a lot of enemies."

"He seems to be someone who can use martial arts."

"He would be. Even low-ranking killers are more than an ordinary person can handle."

"Squad leader, what do you want to do?"

"We wait. We watch him a little longer."

"Understood."

A lamb-skewer joint in a run-down alley, even by the standards of Daerim-dong's Chinatown.

Chinese day laborers in clothes caked with dirt and cement drank strong kaoliang liquor and talked.

Their faces were smiling, but the conversation going back and forth was anything but ordinary.

"Mr. Zhang! Over here! More skewers and more booze!"

"What's this? Something happen?"

"Heh-heh-heh. The god of wealth came down to me today. Some idiot leaves his bag on a convenience-store table and goes inside. So I grabbed it and ran~. There was three million won in it."

"Why so much?"

"Said tuition on a scrap of paper, but who cares~. Anybody who leaves his bag lying around is an idiot."

"Oh! Then the second round's on you too."

"Of course! Free money's luck only if you spend it right away."

"There are cameras everywhere. You sure you're okay?"

"Heh-heh, they can't catch illegals like us. And even if they do, what's the worst—deportation? Trust the might of the People's Republic of China! Those gaoli bangzi are nothing!" (TL Note: "Gaoli bangzi" is a Chinese ethnic slur for Koreans.)

"Right! Gaoli bangzi are bad luck!"

The Chinese at the next table got louder and drowned out the two men's conversation.

Everything they'd said was illegal.

They earned money in Korea doing day labor, but they were anything but friendly toward Korean society.

A large share of the Chinese who lived together in Daerim-dong were illegal residents.

"Big brother. Have a drink."

"Not one drink—we've got to empty three…