Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.
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The elevator shut in front of the insect's face while calling for him to wait. So far, that was the best occurrence that happened before the night would end.
The week had been tough and stressful, and it was because of these two dorks following behind his tracks. Their single error was not a light mistake, rather it was the opposite.
And considering Park Wonho was holding these two dorks under his lead, a fault of them would be his.
He released a quick sigh. Recollecting the incident made him remember the woman at the pub's comfort room, who he caught packing up the dead body of the asset.
He had a sprained wrist later following their meeting, and Park Wonho believed it just healed yesterday. 'The pain still felt gradual.'
A clean throw of a punch which followed an arched kick; her dark charcoal hair bounced wildly when he watched it befell. Even the fierceness he caught lying in her dread eyes was enough to stab someone.
That was the first time Park Wonho encountered a girl who knew how to fight. Initially, he snapped because of her crazy choice of words. But the minute he found himself struggling from the intensity of her kicks, he convinced himself that he just met a wandering dark horse.
A girl who had unexpected talents.
Park Wonho shook the thought and watched the door of the elevator open. Fixing the cuff of his white dress shirt, he implied to his mind, 'I hope the others are not in the room yet. It would be embarrassing to be scolded in front of everyone.'
At a particular time, a crew stood at the other side and welcomed them. The crew said, "Mr. Park Wonho, the Underboss wishes you to see him first. In his office."
With a nod, they walked the way to the underboss' office. And about that moment, Kim Dong continued his chatter by leaning a bit and whispering the idea he had established at the last minute, sophisticated as he discussed every single latter in the hallway.
"If the Leader could say it like that, I wager the Boss would believe you," Kim Dong presupposed after mumbling the script he came upon.
"I don't care if he will or will not believe me. I just need to say something, like an excuse, and that is fine," Park Wonho concluded.
"Um, so, Leader, when can I drive a Mercedes-Benz?"
"Perhaps, when you both take a vacation to organize yourselves and settle for a month."
The answer Park Wonho gave to Kim Dong's question caused wonder to Ban Seo. "...But you don't accept people who took their day-offs," he interjected between the conversation of the two.
"Then we can never get the car."
Hearing this, the pair both simultaneously burst out in disbelief. How could he say that as though having them in the team was a mistake and kicking them out would make a good difference?
"Leader, you just want us to leave! You're tossing us away!"
"..."
Park Wonho, however, locked his lips and refused to say anything while following the crew who was guiding them to the underboss' location.
It was not long when the pair of dorks' whines played in the background, yet Park Wonho ignored the noises and stepped through the opened door leading to the office.
In the stimulus second, as the door creaked open, Park Wonho along with the two men following him had announced their arrival.
The five personalities welcomed them: the adviser of the boss, the underboss, and three other area-group leaders. Some had their butts on the couches, while one was standing beside the occupied desk on the other side of the room.
A glistening shine from the familiar blue brooches almost blinded his sight. Pinned on their chest, he could not help but be envious. Even the disgusting insect, Geum Il Hwa, managed to acquire one from the senior executives. When would he get his chance?
"...So you have come, Mr. Park Wonho," the adviser of the boss greeted his appearance. "And you are with your two dogs as usual, eh?"
The statement was a misdemeanor to the two dorks beside Park Wonho. It brought outrage to them, causing them to snarl like canines.
"Adviser Im Gunho, you don't have to call them that. I don't want to hear them barking the whole meeting."
The adviser laughed in amusement. "Ha-ha, I heard you and your pets messed up the mission."
"Ah, yes. The asset has—"
"I know everything, Wonho. Hwang Joon told me," interjected the personality sitting at the desk, the underboss.
Fuck, now that was the big problem Park Wonho was not aware of. Park Wonho did not have an ounce of care for Kim Dong's wasted script. He simply sealed his lips.
It was already a mess in the first place.
'Damn that lousy mouth of Hwang Joon.'
The thin clink from the lighter chimed in his ears. Park Wonho stood still and firm, seeing the underboss was working on inflaming the tip of his cigarette.
Lighting the paper and the tobacco covered in it, placing the stick between his lips, the underboss inhaled through the filter and held it in for seconds.
Park Wonho along with the other men inside the office disregarded the addicting smell which was lingering through the area. The soundlessness and the straight grimace displayed on the underboss' face was more pungent and penetrating to their noses.
Before beginning, the underboss puffed the smoke and said, "The asset was one of the secretaries of Lee Corporation, which was a very important person. He worked under our enemy, Lee Bo Seok. That asset should be handled with care, given that Boss wanted to gain information to bring against the Lee Family."
Following his actions, the underboss tapped the ashes of his cigarette on the tray sitting on his desk. "...We all know who our Boss is. He did not want to hear the bad news, only the good ones. Normally, I do not tolerate the same matter. But I am going to help you, Mr. Park Wonho."
Precisely.
Park Wonho knew the boss; he had memorized every single detail about him. After all, it had been two decades since a man escorted him to the family. Who would have thought an angsty yet shady teenager could steal a mafia's attention?
"Underboss, what are you saying?!" belted the adviser.
"Hey, I was the one who recommended this guy to handle the mission! If Park Wonho messed up, so did I. We cannot get away with greeting him with 'Boss, the asset is dead'. He will get my neck, Gunho. And I don't want that to happen. It's that simple."
While talking, small puffs of the remaining smoke left his lips. "I will tell him myself that the asset escaped. The Boss might wish to have my neck, but he will only scratch the skin. I bet ten million won he will order me to personally find the man," he asserted. The amount of confidence was within his voice.
"Underboss, I'll find another person to—"
"Nah, leave that to me, Park Wonho. Instead, do this. The Boss wanted me to look for another team who will take care of this different mission."
The underboss inhaled through the filter again before he continued, "Go find and capture the missing damsel in distress. Dead or alive, the Boss doesn't really care. If you successfully executed this mission, of course, you'll receive a reward."
He smiled before continuing, "The Boss will give you a fucking planet, Mr. Park Wonho."