Chapter 22
Did they send the wrong cards? Doksu looked just as startled. What the hell was going on? Hongju’s dark eyes trembled slightly.
"You got a lighter or not?"
Yang Siljang bobbed the cigarette in his mouth up and down as he spoke. His uncovered eye was fixed squarely on Hongju.
"Uh... no, I don’t."
"Tsk. You don’t carry a lighter?"
"Want to borrow mine?"
"Forget it. Lost my mood for a smoke."
Yang Siljang even refused Mu-gyeong’s offer, sighing as he plucked the cigarette from his lips and tossed it onto the floor.
Hongju’s hands, clutching the bright red hwatu cards, started trembling. The winning hand—the one meant to take down Mu-gyeong—was in his hands. Why? Why had the plan changed? Had Yang Siljang made the decision alone?
Hongju’s gaze shifted to Guppping, who was perched on the windowsill. Arms crossed, he was silently watching Hongju, his stare unwavering. It was as if he was testing him, waiting to see what he would do.
"......."
So they’d changed the plan without even telling Doksu. A warning. A reminder that he was still on their side. No matter how much interest Mu-gyeong showed, Gu Hongju was nothing more than a low-level debt collector, a disposable lackey who would do anything to pay off his debt.