The underground system. China.
"What have you done? That was never part of our plan. You went rogue."
Kim said, his eyes flaming. The man he was vexed at, Sung, had his face down. At intervals he would look at Kim. At a point, you would think he was doing that as a respect for Kim but twas nothing close to that. He seemed to be having the fun.
The both of them were at the end of an alley far from the chaos that was beginning to know a brief change.
Wonder that Sung wasn't part of the people who were eating cloths and irons and all material things.
Kim had been as confused as every other person in that part of the world. And one of the lies he wouldn't kowtow with would be Sung saying he was as confused too.
Kim had searched for Sung in vain before he found him few days ago and began to track him, before he could lure him to such corner. That they could talk. Talk big time and iron the whole shit out.
