"What did you say? Vanished?"

"That little bastard Cheolsu…… we cannot reach him."

"Why?"

"That is……"

It was so absurd that Eom Donggyu stared blankly at the Joseonjok gangster in front of him. This was Ri Seongcheol, who had worn his own mouth out boasting about how reliable his North Korean Special Forces man was.

The urge came up in him to drive a sashimi knife deep into that belly fat sloshing around as it pleased. Because of this bastard's bluster he had taken every kind of humiliation from Ha Donggeon.

"Haa. Fuck. This is why they say not to trust Joseonjok bastards."

"Hy— hyungnim!"

"Shut up! Who is your hyungnim!!"

"……." This son of a bitch! One day I will pull your guts out, every last one, and hang them up to dry!

"I am sorry."

"Sorry?"

Eom Donggyu's eyebrows writhed like pine caterpillars.

"Do you think I called you in to hear that?"

"No."

"Then go and find out right now why the bastard Cheolsu disappeared!"

Bang!

Eom Donggyu could not hold his temper. He picked up the crystal ashtray and slammed it down on the table.

Ri Seongcheol's shoulders jerked.

The killing intent coming off Eom Donggyu was savage, and no joke about it.

Inside himself Ri Seongcheol had already slit open the belly of the man in front of him. He was holding that feeling down hard for now.

First of all, the one who puts up the money is the hyungnim. Cut the money off and you are less than strangers, and that is this trade.

On top of that, the man across from him is a director of the top-ranked organization in the country's underworld.

"All right. How far have you looked into it?"

"I started with the rented room Cheolsu was living in."

"And?"

"He was not there."

"His things?"

"All of it still there. The clothes as well, and everything he used just where he left it."

"……." Eom Donggyu's eyes changed.

"So he did not run for it?"

"I think the same. If he had meant to run he would have…