Chapter 22: A Coincidence For The Heroine (3)
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Like any smuggler, Jang Man was far from sociable. And given the nature of his job, it was inevitable.
Since he sold things that shouldn’t be sold and put a price on things that shouldn’t be priced, he was unable to see people as ‘people’.
He lived a life where he would look at customers coming to the bar while calculating how much their lives were worth, and think of price tags when he saw children passing by.
As he grew older, drawing closer to the end of life than the beginning, only two types of people remained around him.
Those who were profitable, or those who were personally appealing.
And the one who knocked on his bar door early in the morning was the former.
"It's been a while, Sir."
A man wearing a dark blue coat stepped inside. He had a distinct M-shaped receding hairline and a nose ridge as sharp as a blade.