“Feels like I’ve turned into a villain.”
“How rich, Jeong Gilgaon. As if Director Jeong ever lived that clean. You and I have had our little arrangements, haven’t we?”
“I just prefer to wrap things a bit more elegantly. This kind of blatantly illegal vibe is… not to my taste.”
“What are you trying to say?”
Click.
Jeong Gilgaon locked the door and turned around.
The moment their eyes met, the boy Jamel scurried to hide behind the hem of a skirt. His mother, Muzna, stepped in front of him so he wouldn’t be seen.
A pitiful mother and child, and three foreign villains hemming them in. A pretty classic tableau.
Smiling, Jeong Gilgaon spoke with a soft accent. In other words:
“[Let’s stop wasting time and finish this.]”
Jio wandered lazily around the shop.
After looping through a tangle of alleys, they’d ended up at…