Chapter 71
"......."
Hongju descended quietly to the first floor, keeping his footsteps light, and circled around the back of the building. He was trying to locate the source of a voice he’d faintly heard.
"Then what—, do we get something?"
It wasn’t clear, but voices were indeed coming from around the corner. Hongju pressed his body tightly against the wall and slipped a cigarette between his lips. If he got caught eavesdropping, he could just claim he was out for a smoke.
Chiik. A red glow flared at the tip of the white filter. He drew in the smoke, held his breath, and focused on the muffled conversation.
"Yeah!"
It was Yang Siljang’s sharp bark. But the dialogue that followed was patchy and broken. Moments like this made him wish ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) both his ears still worked. He pressed his useless left ear with his palm and exhaled a thin wisp of smoke.
"Just grab the cash..., and from there... leave it to..."
He was so focused he didn’t even notice the ash dropping from the cigarette. Bits of laughter punctuated the conversation as Yang Siljang ran through the plan again, as if tying it all up.
"Just take ‘em both when they get in the car. We’ll shut down the House for a while, so stay quiet until you hear from me."
So the punks were targeting both Mu-gyeong and the mark. The place was this very House building. The plan was simple: once the game ended and Guppping’s crew collected all the cash, they’d ambush Mu-gyeong and the mark as they left. He didn’t need to hear the rest to know how that would end.
"Bastards."