"You failed?"

"I am sorry, Director."

A basement room in Seocho. Milyak, a membership house of the top grade, which lets ordinary people in only after the strictest sifting.

Ha Donggeon, in the VIP room, pulled a hard face.

The man bowed his head at the door the instant he entered.

It is Eom Donggyu, director of NC Investment Finance.

The two of them are partners in form; one a gangster and one of a group's direct line, their standing in society is a good deal apart.

"Haa. Fuck."

Ha Donggeon spat the obscenity out with the whisky glass still in his hand. And then.

Whiiish! Thwaack!

The tumbler flew past Eom Donggyu's bowed head by a hair.

It struck the wall behind him and broke, and the pieces scattered.

"……."

Eom Donggyu, silent with his head still bowed, though a few splinters had flown back at him.

His face, turned to the floor, shows nothing of what he feels.

Which of them is the power and which is not has been clear since long ago.

Pull a face in front of Ha Donggeon, whose temper is filthy, and there is no telling what will come of it.

The word that the people of the Ha house are not to be touched is not there for nothing.

Behind Ha Donggeon stands Chairman Ha Cheolgon, the great tree.

That old man is cruel enough that gangsters with names of their own shake their heads over him.

"Director Eom. So what are you going to do about it? Because my mood just now has gone verrry~~ bad."

Ha Donggeon asked it with his eyes bloodshot. The killing intent was glistening in both of them.

There is nobody to hold his flaring temper down but Chairman Ha Cheolgon.

"Give me one more chance and I will settle it for certain."

"How? They've got a protection firm on them, haven't they? And Jo and Jang are scarecrows, are they? If it so much as gets into the press! Who is going to answer for it!!"

The shout went up as though it would carry…