“Perfect. Given where we’re headed, that side is the gangster… no, President Hwang is the expert.”
Sure enough, it was just as Jeong Gilgaon had said back in Korea.
[The Constellation, ‘Reader of Fate,’ nods, saying he thought that tofu punk was just a gag scene-stealer, but unexpectedly he’s got useful sides.]
Right?
Jioh nodded too.
By nature, the Under Souk had night-market vibes.
In keeping with an illegal black market where outlawry ran rampant, the entry was fussy. Supposedly you needed some kind of special Pass.
But if they casually revealed their identities, there was a certain Mr. Gyeon who might flip the whole place on its head—so that was rather awkward… Still, it was fine.
They had a named figure from the illegal side too.
They didn’t so much as glance at the long line.
The underworld is my turf.
The king of the underworld, global-grade gangster Hwanghon (“Twilight”), put on the airs to match and…