"You have guts to dare call me after your failure." A low drawl came through the phone as soon as the call connected.
"I believe my guts is the reason why you sought my help in the first place." Ji-Tae non-chalantly replied. He wasn't fazed by the gruffness of the man's voice.
A low scoff came from the other side of the phone. "Sought your help? You must be high on those drugs I heard you've been using my money to buy." He said slightly surprising Ji-Tae. "Or you think I don't know what you've being doing with my money?"
Of course, he'd know. Ji-Tae didn't think he should be surprised by it.
"I'm sure you know. But you should also know I'm still going on with the plan."
"The plan? And what plan is that?" The man irritably asked, his tone hinted with anger and displeasure. "That you use my money to finance your illicit business?"
"No. But more like I use your money to get rid of your enemy." Ji-Tae replied, making the man frown.
