Chapter 63
Once the sound of the engine faded and Mu-gyeong’s car completely left the building, Guppping crept toward the window like a rat. After confirming that Mu-gyeong was really gone, he spun around and marched toward Yang Siljang in a near-jog.
"You said he wasn’t the type to get his hands dirty! He’s no different from those Gweoleum-dong thugs!"
"I’m just checking if we missed anything. He was supposed to be some pampered kid from a rich family."
Yang Siljang tilted his head and drew a breath through his teeth. Doksu, sitting half-asleep on the stairs to the fourth floor, muttered in a disinterested voice.
"So what? Rich kids can’t throw punches?"
It wasn’t wrong, but to people like Guppping and Yang Siljang, who’d lived surrounded by bottom-feeders all their lives, it hit different. Even Hongju had been shocked the first time he saw Mu-gyeong get violent.
"Yeah. These days, even gangster punks clean up their records once they make a bit of money. Wouldn’t be surprising if he had some kind of family behind him."
"But then what the hell is he doing here? There are a million high-end Houses out there. Why would someone like that hang around a shitty neighborhood like this, wasting his investment money?"
Hongju silently agreed. Leaving behind a good house to stay in a hotel, pouring money into this dump to {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} cover both the investment and even his own debts—why? If he wasn’t a boss, or a gangster, then what was Mu-gyeong’s real identity?
"Shit, still no word from the Gweoleum-dong crew?"
"Nothing. It’s not like they all skipped town. What the hell could’ve made them all cut contact overnight?"
"You sure you didn’t miss something, Yang Siljang?"