Screeeech.

A Bens with its windows darkly tinted came to a stop.

Tatatak.

The car's rear door opened and a man showed himself.

Shfff.

The man who got out at his leisure is Kang Hongdong.

Click. Tssss.

He looked once round about him and put a cigarette in his mouth.

A member of the outfit who had been waiting came straight over and struck a lighter.

The head office of Pacific Fisheries, whose name was changed not long ago.

Seen again, the head office site is a wide one.

The big cold store where the catch is kept and the prefabricated two-storey building are both in good condition.

It sits on the edge of the city, so at a late hour there is next to nobody about.

"Hoooooo."

Kang Hongdong looked all round him, drew on the cigarette and blew it out.

The target, not yet away from work.

"Hyungnim!"

The men of the outfit bent at the waist in front of Kang Hongdong as he smoked.

"The bodyguards?"

"In the building with him."

"Let's finish it properly. I'll stand you a heavy night for it."

"Thank you!"

Kang Hongdong has put some twenty of the outfit into this.

Aluminium baseball bats and steel pipes were shared out evenly between their hands.

"Hyungnim. Small fry like this, I could do on my own……."

A man who got out of the same car and came up beside Kang Hongdong.

He is neat and compact, about a hundred and seventy.

A deep scar shows on his forehead.

His clothes are singular.

A suit so black that top and bottom cannot be told apart, and black shoes.

Under the black jacket he wears a tee that clings to the body.

On the neck and the backs of the hands, on the little bare skin that showed, parts of dragon and tiger tattoos caught the eye.

The body is quick, and looks to have been kept up.

A smile like the smell of raw fish hangs at the corner of his lips, and it raises gooseflesh.

Small eyes, torn long towards the sides, turned…