"Heh heh. Nine o'clock, you say?"

—Yes. Father.

Kang Deuksu, warm with the drink he had taken alongside his dinner.

At the call from his second son Kang Hongdong, a smile spread wide over the whole of his face.

He called to mind the trim Madam Han, who had run the flower shop and then given the place up.

The appetite to conquer her before long had been keeping him from a sound sleep.

That Madam Han and that son of hers, who had insulted him and handled him like an old man gone senile!

A chance to pay the humiliation back, and it has come right up under his nose.

—I can't give you much time.

"How much?"

—An hour.

"That will be plenty."

—You will not be seeing the bitch again after this.

What his son Kang Hongdong's words meant was…….

"Doesn't matter to me. All I…… need is to break her."

A life lived filling every appetite he had a mind to fill.

Han Jiyun, the woman who kept the flower shop, whom he has wanted so long.

Kang Deuksu's eyes glistened like a viper's.

—Come to Pacific Fisheries when it's time.

"Right. Good work, Hongdong-a."

Beep.

The call ended on words only the two of them understood.

"You fucking bitch……. Today I will have you half dead!"

Kang Deuksu's mouth twitched at the corner, grotesquely, as though a devil had got into him.

"A corpse? The little bastard! Tonight your father and your mother will be corpses in earnest, by my son Hongdong's hand!"

The body is old, but Kang Deuksu still lives with the hot blood of his young manhood in him.

And what the flower-shop woman's boy spat at a man like that was the same as having filth thrown over him.

It shames him again to think of it.

Today the chance has come to work off the grudge of that day.

That his son Hongdong told him the place himself means the thing has been prepared with care.

It is all finished.

"Haryun blood? A dog would laugh. Look at them, lying…