"Ugh. Leaves a bad taste…"

Grumbling, Byeong-hui Jang got out of the car and spoke to the attendant who was filling it up.

"I'm going to the restroom, so have it full by the time I'm back."

"If you're going to the restroom, wait till the fueling's done and park over to one side first, then go. Another car might come in behind you."

"You little—"

Byeong-hui Jang walked over to the attendant.

And he slapped the man's cheek lightly as he said,

"If a car comes up behind, you move it, don't you?"

Having said it, Byeong-hui Jang tossed a ten-thousand-won note at the attendant's chest.

"There. Valet fee. I'm off to the restroom, so if a car comes up behind, handle it."

Byeong-hui Jang headed for the restroom with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Sir. You mustn't smoke at a gas station."

The attendant, humiliated by Byeong-hui Jang, mastered the boiling in his chest and called out desperately after him not to.

"I'm not smoking. I've just got it in my mouth."

Byeong-hui Jang raised a hand to show there was no lighter in it and walked on to the gas station restroom.

"Yapping away…"

Byeong-hui Jang went into the restroom with the cigarette in his mouth, stood in front of a urinal and muttered to himself.

"Why say a thing like that and put me out of sorts. Ugh. Rotten luck."

Byeong-hui Jang thought back to the conversation he'd had with Jung-seo Kim a little earlier.

"Mun-jong Lee told Ju-cheol Seong to do me harm, so Ju-cheol Seong might do me harm?"

Byeong-hui Jang muttered it and shook his head.

"I knew what I was in for. Would I skim Mun-jong Lee's money without being ready for this much? It was all expected. Ah, hell."

He said out loud that it was fine, but his heart seemed to say otherwise.

Byeong-hui Jang misjudged it while relieving himself, and got something unpleasant on his hand.

"Ah, hell. Damn it all."

Byeong-hui Jang swore and went to the washbasin by the restroom door.

Standing at the basin, he washed…