"Who did you say that little bastard was?"

"Haryun Group…… I heard he is the chairman's grandson. The name is Ha Tae-ung."

"What? The chairman's grandson?"

"And the lot who were in the dining room are all sons and daughters of Korean chaebol houses……"

"Whaaaat??"

Ri Seongcheol's eyes rolled up at a thing that made no sense to him.

That the Republic of Korea's chaebol are frightening, he knows too.

Let an ordinary man cross them wrongly and the people of the chaebol houses could bury him in the ground or in the sea with nobody the wiser, and hardly notice doing it.

And the lot who were there are all chaebol children?

"Can you not do anything right!"

At Ri Seongcheol's roar, in a voice with threat in it, Bu Hoseop shook where he stood.

"S-sorry!"

Even Bu Hoseop, a native who talks loudly on Jeju, was afraid of the Chinese thugs.

There are men who come into the Republic of Korea unseen, finish somebody with one quick pass of a knife, and are gone.

Once violence broke out among the Chinese living illegally on Jeju, it was fierce enough that the country's own authority did not bite on them.

It is only that it does not get into the news; more than one or two have died.

Because there is no way to confirm who they were in the first place, they go without a body and there is nobody to remember them.

They are illegals, so even when something happens it does not get much into the press.

Ri Seongcheol in particular, the chairman of the Yeonbyeon Jangbaek Society standing in front of him, is known for a cruelty of hand beyond anybody's.

His strength already reaches past Jeju and up to the capital, Seoul.

"Orabai."

Choe Yeonghui, who defected and had her papers washed clean, called Ri Seongcheol by the friendly name.

"……??"

"I have a good move here."

"What?"

"Kim Cheolsu."

"Ah! Kim Cheolsu!!"

At the name Kim Cheolsu out of Choe Yeonghui's mouth, Ri Seongcheol's eyes glittered.

Kim Cheolsu, a figure who defected some…