The stink of a corpse?

Kang Deuksu's mind swam at the shout, with all that assurance rubbed through it.

In seventy years of living he has never once heard talk like it.

Since his days in the service nobody had ever brushed him aside.

Something isn't right.

The rage came up past bearing, and with it a wrongness he could not put a name to.

He has lived a life trained up on flattery, and never once tasted danger like this inside it.

That young one, planted there in front of him…….

There is something in him!

"You dog of a fatherless bastard——"

Kang Deuksu let the end of it trail off, and his heart shook in him.

The implant he had put in a month ago began to throb where it sat.

He was angry, with no way to let the temper out, and his blood pressure came up on it.

But this is a moment in which, somehow, he cannot do as the temper wants.

That one has killing intent in his eyes…….

Madam Han's son is still a high-school pupil, he had been told.

And that look!

Whether the boy runs with gangsters or not, the killing intent in both eyes is thick and strong and altogether cutting.

It is like looking at the young Special Forces men who used to be put in, over and over, on infiltration exercises into the North.

"O-out tomorrow, then! Madam Han's clever son said it, so keep to it!!"

Bang!

Kang Deuksu turned back on Han Jiyun and threw it at her to work the anger off, then went out of the flower shop as though he were running.

A cold force followed at his back as he put his feet down in long strides.

One black bear, glaring at the back of his head.

Tonight the bed looked set to be an uneasy one.

"Tae-ung-a……."

A storm had gone right through the flower shop.

Han Jiyun's voice shook.

By the look of it he had heard every filthy word old Kang Deuksu had thrown at her in that short…