Chapter 10
Guppping spotted Mu-gyeong and raised his hand in greeting. The first thing that stood out was his noticeably short pinky finger.
“Oh, Boss Mu-gyeong! I brought in a new player. He’s a real gem. This is great, and this? This is killer.”
He waved his hand near his mouth and rubbed his fingertips together in an exaggerated gesture.
“A player?”
“Yeah. Gonna train him here for a while, and when we open a new house, we’ll push him big.”
Whatever kind of gem this was, Guppping was clearly excited. Hongju glanced at Yang Siljang out of the corner of his eye. His expression was even more sour than before. It was obvious he didn’t like this player Guppping had brought in. Yang Siljang always had it out for anyone better than him. He excelled at making their lives miserable, at grinding them down mentally. The uncle he had kicked out not long ago, calling him a whore, had probably suffered the same fate. He had been tall and handsome, raking in all the tips, and that had made him a thorn in Yang Siljang’s side.
“Ahh. Where’d you pick him up? You can just bring someone in like that?”
“From a house run by a guy I used to work with. He just moved up from the countryside not long ago. Hey, Doksal! Get over here!”
Guppping’s voice rang out through the hallway. A loud, eager “Yes!” came from inside.
Doksal? Mu-gyeong repeated the name under his breath a few times, as if rolling it around in his mouth.
“Man, these names. They all sound so cheap.”
With an unmistakable sneer, he shifted his gaze toward Hongju. When their eyes met, he raised his brows slightly, looking for agreement. But Hongju avoided his gaze, keeping his eyes fixed on the end of the hallway. If he kept acting like they were close, Yang Siljang or Guppping would start getting suspicious. Especially Yang Siljang—he was too sharp for that.