Chapter 7
The whole way back to the gambling house, Hongju was acutely aware of the phone in his pocket.
"Did you put Gu Madam to good use? Did he do a good job?"
"Of course. The kid's stiff as hell, but he sure knows how to endure."
Guppping glanced at Hongju, probably checking if he had any fresh injuries. But the moment Mu-gyeong spoke, that gaze quickly shifted away.
"You must’ve been busy with no staff around. How much do I owe you?"
"Come on, between us? Forget it."
Guppping waved him off. Hongju swallowed the smirk threatening to rise. Between us. What a fucking joke.
"Two big ones? That about right for a run like this?"
"Yeah, more or less."
Mu-gyeong, still perched on the desk, raised his index and middle fingers. Both Guppping and Yang Siljang’s eyes followed his hand. Then, Mu-gyeong folded his index finger down.
"A thousand gets deducted from the interest. The other thousand..."
Mu-gyeong trailed off, pointing his middle finger toward Guppping. The silence stretched, and Guppping swallowed hard, the sound obnoxiously loud. The ghost of a smile flickered across Mu-gyeong’s face, but it vanished just as quickly. He stretched his hand out, grabbing Hongju by the shoulder.