When Daechul finally reached the Go mansion, the party was over. No deafening music was playing anymore, and the mass of people that previously enjoyed their night a bit too much, were almost completely gone. Only a few were left, trying to get their absolutely wasted friends in the cars, or helping them to vomit the alcohol on the green grass. Some were even mindful enough to pick up their trash after themselves, which surprised Daechul in a pleasant way. Because of the rain and heavy clouds, the night was darker than it usually was during the summer, so someone must've turned on the lightning so that the whole yard would be illuminated. Daechul was thankful for that, being able to take in his surroundings.
Daechul scanned the place, looking for Eunsang, the supposed fight or the police, finding none of the three. The last of the people left the premises, and then the outside of the house was completely empty, save for the leftover trash and other disgusting things that Daechul refused to inspect further.
He decided to head inside, pondering over the idea that Eunsang already took care of the fight, and everyone was inside, waiting for him.
When he opened the main doors, the foyer was deserted too. Only trash, articles of clothing or alcoholic beverages were scattered around. The speakers were off, lights dimmed, and a strong sweat smell permeating the air. Daechul has never seen his childhood home this messy, thanking the gods that Maya wouldn't have to see it. She loved the house too much, always keeping it clean and spotless. This was a complete opposite of that.
Daechul carefully walked around the trash and decided to head further in the house, still on the lookout of some sort of life. He didn't see glass or broken windows anywhere, as Eunsang told him. Everything was as intact as he had left it before driving Minsoo home.
The man checked the kitchen and other rooms located on the first floor before heading upstairs. The second floor was as messy and trashed as the first one. Used condoms, drug syringes, panties and boxers just laying around, forgotten. Daechul wrinkled his nose in distaste.
When he was halfway down the corridor, the man finally picked up some sounds, seemingly in the last room. The door was completely shut.
Daechul neared the door and the sounds increased. Someone was talking. Having no more patience left, Daechul opened the door and stepped in.
Three men were huddled in the master bedroom. Precisely, it was Maya's room. The view before Daechul's eyes was shocking, to say the least. The windows were gone, glass completely broken. Bed frame was destroyed, and the white silk bedding that Maya adored, ripped in a few places. The massive TV that Siwon used to watch football, was smashed, lying on the stained carpeted floor in pieces. There was blood all over the place. Overall, the room looked like a crime scene.
For a few long seconds, Daechul was astonished. And when he took in the surroundings, his gaze strayed to the three men. Eunsang was standing before two young teenagers, both eighteen years at most. The two were sitting on the bed in a safe distance, or rather, what was left of it. One of the boys had a nasty black eye, a split lip, and seemingly broken nose, that was still steadily oozing blood. He was average height, with blonde bleached hair and a nose ring. The second one did not look any better. He sported a large gash on his forehead, purple spot on the jaw and handprints on the neck. The man was about the same height as the first one, his hair was chestnut brown, and he wore a red bandana.
Eunsang turned to look at his boss.
"Found these two right at it when I arrived. One of my friends witnessed what had happened and called me. I didn't want to disturb you in case he was just drunk and spouting nonsense, but it turns out it certainly wasn't. I got here just as the blondie was chucking a chair on the other one. He was fast enough to duck, and the furniture flew right into the window, smashing it in the process. Me and one other guy were successful to break the fight, but they wanted a repeat, trashing until I told them who the host of the party was. Been sitting here peacefully then."
Daechul nodded with a frown.
"Do you know if anyone called the police?"
Eunsang shook his head.
"I don't, but looking at the scene, I very much expect them to arrive any second now. "
Daechul cursed, turning to look at the two teenagers.
"Your names?" demanded.
The blondie turned to look at him in silence, probably unwilling to disclose his personal information.
Daechul shook his head in annoyance, having none of that. He stepped forward closing his open fist around his neck and squeezing. "I don't like to repeat myself. Your. Names", when the blondie started sputtering, Daechul retracted his hand and stepped back.
The man was still coughing, so Daechul turned to the other one. He was smarter, and immediately opened his mouth.
"I'm Hangyeol, sir."
The blonde turned to Daechul once more, still occasionally coughing.
"Yujun."
Daechul nodded, quickly coming up with a plan.
"Alright, so this is what's going to happen, Yujun and Hangyeol. The cops will be here any minute now. When they do come and find us there, you will tell them how courageously you two fought in the master bedroom after getting drunk and high. You will admit guilty to whatever the cops say. If you fail to do that, consider yourselves dead. Am I clear?"
Both men quickly nodded, even if Yujun looked like he wanted to talk back.
"When that's done and you get out of the cell, I want you to ring me as soon as possible. I have a proposal for you, that pays a lot of money."
Even Eunsang was ready to protest, looking a Daechul as if the was crazy, but Hangyeol beat him to it.
"W-what? Why us? Didn't you want to kill us just now?"
Daechul chuckled coldly.
"Fighting skills and fierciness are treasured skills in the underground businesses. Yours will be very beneficial to me. Give me your phones", demanded the man.
Both Yujun and Hangyeol gave their devices to Daechul, who proceeded to put his number into both of their phones, naming himself as Yuna. A girl's name wouldn't be suspicious as any other way to try and hide his tracks from the cops.
After he was done, Daechul returned both devices, and not a minute later all four men picked up on the faint police siren sounds.
"Don't forget what you have to do", Daechul turned to the boys, and both silently nodded.
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One of the police officers was a tall western man, oozing arrogance and confidence as soon as he saw Daechul after Eunsang directed everyone to the master bedroom. He sported long, black hair, tied in a ponytail, loop earrings on both ears and a small smirk, showing his perfectly white and straight teeth. From the first look, the man could look like a devoted servant of their country, but Daechul knew better. His name was Mark Redd, and he supposedly ran away to Korea from his mother country Canada, after someone accused him of an attempted sexual assault. The lack of evidence justified him, but his career in Canada was put on a standstill, resulting in him immigrating to the other side of the map.
Even though he was a westerner, differing from other Koreans by his looks and speech, his characteristic, pretty similar to those of a feet licking dog, earned him a pretty high position in the Busan police department.
Daechul and Mark met for the first time exactly three years ago. Mark was just transferred to Busan, and was eager to make the higher ups happy. It's not a secret that the government wanted, and still wants Daechul gone, so they instructed him to get rid of the Hyun mafia. And although determined, Mark was unsuccessful, which fueled his distaste for the raven haired leader.
The gang was busy waiting for the dealer in their warehouse, as the sources explained that this time the parcel would be two times bigger, automatically meaning the rise in the gang's profits. Daechul was just starting to get around this whole being the boss thing, so he instructed his men to get moving. But the truck was late, and in turn, the police showed up, with Mark leading everyone. Thankfully for the circumstances, the dealer was late,and the warehouse empty, because all the drugs were already one the move, supplying the whole country. Even the guns that everyone sported were legal, and Mark couldn't do anything.
The officer came forward, smiling like a cheshire cat, seemingly hoping to drive Daechul to the station.
"Hello, Daechul. Tell me, what do we have here, hm?"