"Well, well? Look at this kid. Where does a little punk like him get this kind of money?"
Son Dae-gyun, a director at Lee & Jang, had rushed the Society's intelligence bureau onto the job, and now he had its file.
One of the Society's members had already asked for the same information.
"Chairman Ju's nephew, is it... Right. Seol-ran, the pretty one."
Son Dae-gyun remembered Ju Seol-ran too.
The Society's intelligence had once caught Chairman Ju's ruthless handiwork.
He'd made his stepmother disappear, without a rat or a bird knowing, when she fought him over the inheritance.
He would use any means at all to get what he wanted.
And not a word of it had ever leaked or gotten around.
Pleased with how thorough he was, the Society had recruited Chairman Ju.
The Society didn't easily take in members, even the chairmen of big groups, but he'd been the exception.
"The hit failed... Those unregistered bastards are pretty good at what they do... What is this kid?"
The report was denser than he'd expected.
His grades and student records from elementary through high school, his family relationships, his assets and his distinguishing traits were all laid out from every angle.
It revealed an absurd talent for investing in stocks, the futures market and currency.
He'd grown his mother's fortune at the same time.
His assets ran into the trillions.
On the level of a big group chairman's slush fund.
On top of that, the recent murder-for-hire and how it had ended were in the report too.
"Lee Zhangchang... This one's tied to the Heaven and Earth Society. Is this punk the Heaven and Earth Society's stooge?"
Surprisingly, he also had ties to a member of a Chinese secret organization the Society had been keeping an eye on.
To the Society, it was an organization as good as an enemy.
The record said the man had stayed a few days at the family's home in the country.
The details were thin.
Jang Tae-san had only recently been designated for Grade 1 intelligence surveillance.
That was the frustrating part.
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