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In the outskirts of City Z, an abandon construction site stands it's ground, giving off an eerie aura.
Inside a dimly lit warehouse, Qin Jun stood in front of the large open window. Dressed in a black T-shirt and black jeans, he wore a tan wool coat over. His calm and handsomely define face was one that can make any woman fall head over heels for him.
Holding his hands together behind his slim back, he stare out to the dark vast sky. His mind traveling to thousands of miles away.
"I swear on my life, I don't know where he is!"
A voice wails from behind, breaking Qin Jun's thoughts. Calmly as he was, he turns around, his light brown eyes meeting the man's red eyes.
The man is in his late thirties. He was on his way to meet with a young woman from a wealthy family, but who would have thought he'd end up here. The him now was in messed up shape. Everything about him is disordered, even his face was beaten black and blue. Tears, snob and bloody saliva were all over his face as a group of men in black suits surround him.
Qin Jun looks at the man with his calm eyes. No one would ever think that such a handsome man would be at a place like this.
"Kim Siwoo."
Hearing his name being called, Kim Siwoo lift his head to look at Qin Jun. Meeting those dark eyes, he felt a chill crawl on his back. He felt fear in his heart as more tears fall from his eyes.
He begs and wails, "Please.. let me go. I won't tell anyone about this. Please, I haven't done anything to you people."
Qin Jun tilt his head, "Let you go?"
Kim Siwoo nods his head quickly five times.
"Yes, let me go. I promise with my life I won't tell a soul."
In slow and steady steps towards the disfigured man, Qin Jun's expression remains calm and collected. However, to Kim Siwoo, each step Qin Jun took was like an earth shattering eruption to his heart.
It was as if the calm man was the reincarnation of the grim reaper. Coming to collect the souls of those who owe him.
Stopping in front of the trembling Kim Siwoo, Qin Jun squat down and slightly tilt his head.
"If I remember correctly..." he pause then continue, "those were the exact words you said to my hyung."
Kim Siwoo's body tremble tremendously. He rather face someone angry than someone who was calm in a situation like this.
"My hyung let you go, but you people still came after him."
Hearing Qin Jun's words, Kim Siwoo frown. He didn't know this man, but his words seemed very familiar.
Qin Jun sneer at the confused beat up man, "Let me help refreshen your head." He leans closer to Kim Siwoo, "Does the name Lee Shin rang a bell?"
Like a bullet penetrating his head, Kim Siwoo's eyes widen in disbelief at the name. He was now scared, not just scared, but terrified to death's door.
Three years ago, they had made sure no one would find out. All the evidence should have been destroyed. They even checked Lee Shin's background, the man was a nobody.... how... who was this man then? How does he know?
"Now tell me, where is that coward boss of yours?"
Qin Jun's tone of voice was steady, but Kim Siwoo could hear the danger in it. Left with no other choice, he could only cooperate.
"He said he was going to China. I don't know if he's left Korea, but all I know is that he's going to find someone with the name Hua."
Getting the information he needed, Qin Jun stands up. Dusting away the dust that wasn't on his coat, he didn't look at Kim Siwoo and walks away indifferently.
Reaching the large metal door, he stops. Without turning around, he nod his head once before striding out.
Getting a signal, a young man around the age of 25 gets up from the chair he's been sitting on. Walking over to Kim Siwoo, he sneers in disgust and hatred, giving off a different side to his good looks.
Song Jing Li stare at Kim Siwoo with eyes of Asura. Reaching his hand into the inner pocket of his black parka, he pulls out two black objects. Taking his sweet time, he assembles the objects together.
"W-What are y-you going to do? I-I already told you guys wwwhat you wanted!"
Kim Siwoo could not believe his eyes. This young man, who looked more innocent that the man from before is actually holding a.... gun.
Not only that, he's easily assembling the weapon and suppressor as if he was out at a gun range!
Realizing what was going on, he screams inside to run! He needs to escape from here and find his boss! However, he couldn't move his legs.
'Shit!' He cursed inside for falling into a stupid trap. He was Kim Siwoo, a well known member of a notorious gang in the underworld! These people were able to capture him and break his arms and legs!
*click*
Hearing the sound of the gun assembled, sweat mix with blood slides down from his forehead.
"Wwwwwait! Let's talk this out first. I can—."
Song Jing Li points the tip of the suppressor an inch away from Kim Siwoo's forehead. Tilting his head, he said indifferently, "Too late."
*puuu*
The bullet shoots through Kim Siwoo's forehead. His eyes widen in disbelief and regret as his body slumps to the ground and blood flow out from his head.
Song Jing Li looks expressionless at the dead body. This man was one of the reasons why his hyung died. Even if he has to keep staining his hands, he will. As long as it means revenging his hyung, he will search high and low for Choi Li Sun.
"Clean this up."
Giving order to the other men, he turns around and walks out. Outside the warehouse, Qin Jun leaned against the wall as he and Kira wait.
Seeing Song Jong Li come out, Kira sighs, "Do you always have to be so ruthless? Even a silencer?"
"It's a habit."
Qin Jun looks at the two of them, then he walks away. They can't stall time here.
Kira and Song Jing Li quickly follows after, all three men heading towards a black Maserati Quattroporte.
Kira: "What now?"
Qin Jun: "We'll keep searching. If there is no lead on Choi Li Sun here.... we will go to China."
Kira: "Are we going to ask her for help?"
Qin Jun: "..."
Song Jing Li: "Hyung, I think its best to tell her, she will—"
Qin Jun: "No one is to tell her. Until we really need her help, we will keep this in the dark."
All three men get inside the car and drives away as if nothing had ever happened. Like, three friends out for a night cruise.
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