The sound of the door opening filled the room. A corpulent man walked in, followed by a beautiful female assistant.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," the man said, with a cunning smile and a cynical look.
"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you too. What brings you to the trouble of coming to see me, Mr. Official?" Michael replied, mumbling to himself, 'This man seems to have a hidden agenda.'
The official smiled, then said, "There's something I want to tell you, and it might be of interest to you," gesturing with his right hand.
Michael replied, "Please have a seat. Let's discuss this slowly." As he spoke, he glanced at his three subordinates, giving them a signal.
His three subordinates responded to the signal.
They stood up and walked towards the exit, stopping for a moment, then saluting with a smile and their eyes closed before finally leaving.
The official sat on the sofa in front of Michael.
He said, "Your subordinates are truly impressive. You are very loved. The nickname 'Golden Dragon' is not an exaggeration, haha!" He laughed.
"You flatter me. Could you please explain what you want to tell me?" Michael replied, glancing at the official's identity data on the table's attachment, given to him by S No II half an hour ago.
The attachment contained the name Hyeong Jung. His age was fifty-eight.
He was appointed as an official about five years ago. His wealth was around one trillion dollars.
He came from the city of Jeonju. His nature was a thirst for money and women.
He had about ten concubines. He also had a wife named Jeung Haru and a daughter named Mo Hana.
They lived in Seoul. His daughter was still attending a prestigious university.
Hyeong Jung's wealth didn't only come from his job as an official; there was still hidden money.
He also often collaborated with mafias.
Hyeong Jung opened his mouth. "Haha, young people are indeed impatient."
Then he looked at the female assistant standing behind him.
The woman nodded, then walked to give an attachment to Michael. After that, she returned to her place.
Michael received the attachment, then read it slowly.
Not long after, someone knocked on the door. Knock!
Michael opened his mouth. "Please come in."
The door opened.
A waiter brought in a wheeled table. On it, there was a bottle of high-quality wine and some food.
The waiter placed it on the table. "Please enjoy, sir. I will excuse myself," he said.
He then wheeled the table back out.
Then Hyeong Jung said, "It turns out you know my taste, this is truly amazing."
The female assistant behind him walked over, opened the bottle of wine, poured it into a beautiful glass, and then served it to Hyeong Jung.
In the attachment given by Hyeong Jung's assistant, there was a plan to take over the import and export places for goods, and some others.
What was most surprising for Michael was that this official didn't hesitate to offer to help smuggle drugs, and split the profits 50:50.
With such a big profit split, Michael seemed dissatisfied.
He mumbled to himself, 'This old man who smells of the grave is very greedy. You just want to enjoy the results by sitting still, do you think we are your dogs? Hmm... I have an idea.'
He smiled to himself.
Not long after, Hyeong Jung said while swirling his glass of wine. "What do you think? Are you interested? This deal is already very fair. Imagine if you get into trouble, my country might not stay silent."
Then he sipped his wine slowly while glancing at Michael.
Michael then replied, "It's possible, but you seem greedy. Haven't you also done this? What about your country if they find out about your actions, wouldn't it be the opposite?" His finger tapped the table.
Then Hyeong Jung put down his glass. He turned and said, "Hey kid, know your place. This is not your country, and you all have no right to meddle in my affairs. Even if you appeal to the judges, you will still lose. And also, don't underestimate me too much. You're just a newcomer, and everything I'm doing is for the business you're in. I can make you go back, remember that!"
He crossed his arms, then leaned back on the sofa, giving something to the assistant behind him.
Michael smiled, then mumbled to himself, 'You think we're scared, haha! You're just livestock to us. You're walking into this room like a fish walking into a net. I can destroy your family, old man. Don't ever be arrogant in front of me, you're not worthy.'
Not long after, S No II received information through the communication device in his ear. Hyeong Jung had surrounded this place.
Snipers had been put on standby on top of the buildings.
One of S No II's subordinates, who was disguised, had known Hyeong Jung's initial intention: to seize the money of Michael's organization, which had not been in his country for long.
Hyeong Jung had also collaborated with Michael's rival mafias, who had agreed to kill Michael and seize his business.
Then S No II whispered the information into Michael's ear.
Michael was slightly surprised, but remained calm. "Mr. Official, oh no! Hyeong Jung, what will you do if I don't agree to this?" he said.
His right hand was supporting his head, while his left hand held the attachment, pointing it at Hyeong Jung.
Hyeong Jung, who felt belittled by Michael's behavior and words, stood up.
He took the bottle of wine, then spilled it on the table.
The sound of the wine splashing echoed. He furrowed his brows and said, "Do you see this?"
He pointed at the puddle of wine that wet the white table cloth, which symbolized blood and war.
Seeing that, Michael laughed loudly.
"Haha! Come on, don't make such a joke. You already reek of the grave. Are you not aware that your daughter and wife are... safe?" Michael said.
The meaning of the word safe here was the opposite.
And that was also a code for the anti-tapping listening device placed in the room.
A subordinate who was outside, not far from the place, was at a cafe listening to the conversation.
He then rushed out, got into a car, and smiled while saying, "Ready, My Lord, I, Byeon Ji, will do it."
He sped west, heading towards an apartment building not far from SNU University.
After arriving in front of the university, Byeon Ji glanced at the open gate.
Many male and female students were coming out from there.
Then Byeon Ji took a photo from his pocket, looked at it, while lighting a cigarette and opening the window a little.
He mumbled, "Oh, so he has a beautiful daughter. Not like her father, haha! Maybe her mother is just as attractive."
He cocked his pistol then hid it under his jacket.
He wore black glasses, looking attractive to pretend to be picking someone up.
Byeon Ji was also very handsome with a height of one hundred and ninety centimeters and was an expert in matters of women.
After parking the car, he got out, put out his cigarette, and walked towards the gate.
Many male and female students looked at him. They seemed to be in awe.
A beautiful woman, but looked like a prostitute, approached Byeon Ji and said in a seductive tone, "Oppa, are you picking someone up? You are so handsome, may I get to know you?"
Byeon Ji replied, "Oh, my name is Bae Suck. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss."
He smiled seductively, as if the wind hitting him made him look like a model.
"Um... my name is Hwa Mi-Cha. It's nice to meet you, Oppa," she said shyly, turning her face away with blushing cheeks.
Then Byeon Ji said, "Do you know Mo Hana?" He struck a cool pose, making Hwa Mi-Cha a little jealous.
"I know her. But, is she the woman you're picking up?" Hwa Mi-Cha replied with a regretful expression.
"Yes, that's right. But, she's just a casual acquaintance. If you help me find her and bring her here, maybe I can take you on a date."
Byeon Ji gently flirted, his right hand touching Hwa Mi-Cha's chin.
Hwa Mi-Cha agreed.
She nodded.
"Okay, Oppa, I will bring her here. But, keep your word, okay?" she said with a cheerful smile then left him.
The male and female students who saw the incident mumbled and whispered to each other.
But Byeon Ji didn't pay attention.
His goal was just to find the official's daughter.
Byeon Ji leaned against the wall, pressing the communication device in his left ear.
"Test, target 1 is secure," he said, giving a code to Michael's other subordinates.
He continued to wait while pretending to look at his smartphone.
Not long after, footsteps came towards him.
Hwa Mi-Cha said, "Oppa, I've brought her." She was holding Mo Hana's hand.
Mo Hana was a little surprised.
The man she saw was not her private driver.
Previously, she thought that her servant was picking her up.
Then Byeon Ji turned off his phone, put it in his pocket, and turned his head.
He smiled and said, "Are you Mo Hana? Let me introduce myself, I'm Bae Suck, the temporary replacement driver."
He bowed elegantly.
Then Hwa Mi-Cha mumbled, "Wow, so you're Mo Hana's temporary driver, how lucky you are."
She turned her head towards Mo Hana, smiling.
Mo Hana said, "Oppa, did my father order you? If so, let's go home. But before that, I want to walk around. Would you like to?"
She put on an interested and hopeful face after seeing Byeon Ji.
Then Byeon Ji nodded and said, "I'm sorry, Hwa Mi-Cha, I'll take her first. But, we can exchange SNS." He handed her his smartphone.
Hwa Mi-Cha, who was a little jealous, agreed reluctantly and said, "Okay, Oppa, that's too bad. But don't forget your words tonight, okay?"
"Relax, I'll definitely contact you." Byeon Ji replied after exchanging SNS numbers.
He then left with Mo Hana towards the parking lot.
"The car is over there," he said.
Mo Hana replied, "Okay, Oppa, hehe."
She seemed happy, walking behind Byeon Ji.
Byeon Ji, who was walking in front, smiled.
He said to himself, 'What a shame, huh! If it weren't for the mission, maybe I could have sex with you. But today is the day of your death.'
The two of them got into the car.