"A log? ……Fuck."

Yang Susan shivered all through.

He brought back what President Kang had whispered at his ear.

Sell you off as a log and I'd still be out of pocket!

What he borrowed did not come to three hundred million.

And the interest attached to it is a billion already.

A bare few months gone, and the interest on the private lending has come to more than the principal.

It is unlawful, and there is no arguing it at law.

Before that he would be taken and removed without a trace.

Yang Susan knows well enough what President Kang meant by a log.

The trade's word for a body cut open for its organs and sold.

Driven into a corner by the addiction as he is, a life is precious to anybody.

Yang Susan sat out the night in a cold office.

Two packets were burned through by morning.

The chief's room filled with grey smoke, like a sealed room thick with fog where nothing ahead can be seen.

His father gave a whole life to building the company solid and handed it down, and in a bare few years he has made an empty tin can of it.

There is no reviving it now.

"Cambodia? No. The place is crawling with thug bastards too. The Philippines is dangerous as well…… Fuck! Where do I bolt to?"

Yang Susan's eyes are shot through red with the extremity of his fear.

"……Still, it could be worse. Hand the Donghwi bastard over and they'll write the interest off, they say."

Once he has handed Donghwi over he cannot set a foot down and live in Korea anyway.

The thing has tangled more complicatedly than he thought.

Think about it as he likes, yesterday's game was a hand he was going to take and be done with.

Is it the gods playing!

Two billion flew off in one sitting.

The skill he has polished at the game is not so bad as that.

Count the period up and the days he came out ahead were many.

But the blow taken on…