Chapter 28.1
The Surviving Victim in Hwanak Neighborhood (1)
“No matter how much I think about it, this still feels so unfair. There’s this thing called opportunity costs, you know. Do you get how much I’m losing, just by being stuck in here? I did some rough calculations in my head and it came to around a billion.”
Around a billion, huh?
A billion punches to the face maybe.
After all, that’s the real price of living a life of crime.
I smother a smile of derision and replied to his words.
“So what?”
“Even so, I’m aware that as people working for our country, you all are getting paid a pittance. That’s why I’m only asking for a bit of pocket money. If you just pay up, I’ll tell you everything. Including where to find her.”
He tried to entice me with sweet words.