Three Eight

Chapter 56



It wasn’t even cold enough to need a scarf. If anything, it seemed like Mu-gyeong was underdressed for winter. Hongju, watching the hem of his coat flutter in the wind, belatedly started moving. The scarf was a bit stifling, but at least it would help hide any startled expression—he was glad for that, at least.

“Bring that.”

The moment they reached the third floor, Mu-gyeong gave the command. He said nothing more and headed straight into the room with Guppping and the safe. The hallway was lined with Mu-gyeong’s men, standing guard in an overtly threatening manner. Hongju ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) moved quickly to trail the two of them.

“But Boss Mu-gyeong... those guys... how do you know them?”

Guppping asked with sunken eyes. Mu-gyeong flicked his coat back and sat down on the sofa, the corners of his lips lifting into a smirk.

“How many people do you think spin out and start plotting the moment they see a chance to stab someone in the back?”

Guppping’s eyelids twitched, like he’d been hit. He gave an awkward smile and ran his hand through his hair. The stub of his pinky stuck out visibly.

“Still... couldn’t you have told them not to come to my place...? I mean, it’s not like I’m in any position to stab you in the back, Boss Mu-gyeong.”

“In my experience, it’s always the ones who don’t know their place who come charging in. Even if it’s uncomfortable, endure it, Gu Madam.”

The smile Guppping had forced up twitched. Mu-gyeong, unconcerned with the chilly air, reached his hand out to Hongju.

“You wait a moment.”

Hongju, who had been about to turn back outside, froze in place. Mu-gyeong slid a sheet of paper he pulled from inside the room over to Guppping.

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