Sung-ho stepped out from the building and briskly walked to his car. People around him were looking at him with surprise, he could tell they were wondering who he was.
Because of being a Mafia's son, he usually never went out somewhere without his bodyguards. Though at first he hated it being surrounded by scary and smart-looking people headset mouthpiece all the time. He had been stubborn that he would go alone if he went outside of his house since he disliked the idea of gathering too much attention. But it hadn't taken much time to figure out that every time he had gone outside since he grew up, there were people who had been followed him like ghosts. Even when he was fourteen years old, one day he had been shot in the back of his left wrist and the bullet broke his Lunate bone of arm. Since then his father Jeong Shi-woo had strictly forbidden him to step outside from his home without bodyguards. Not that he had cared about what his father ordered, he kept the guards around him for his safety, nothing else.
And then he was the Mafia boss.
One of his bodyguards opened the passenger door politely, but the head of them named Sam suddenly stood beside him.
"What?" Sung-ho asked.
"Mr. Yang just called me, Sir," Sam replied professionally, lowering his voice.
Yang Yeo was not only Sung-ho's assistant, but also one of his closest friends. His father was involved in the underworld business too, that's why those two met and became friends with each other.
"What did he say?" Sung-ho remembered that his phone was switched off. Yeo must be pretty mad that he even called Sam who he often called 'Hip hippo' as soon as he got out from his sight.
"Your mother's former friend Park Eun-hye was killed this morning, her body was found dead in the bathtub."
Sung-ho closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, "Who did it?"
"The assistant of Elrod."
Coréntin Elrod was a French-born American underworld emperor, he was almost new in this city. He was kicked from his family in Philadelphia a year ago, then he had created his dwelling place here, along with countless local punks and gangsters.
"That bloody little piggy bastard," Sung-ho clenched his teeth, grimacing his face.
He got in the car, his glimmering eyes were fierce and dangerous with anger and he slammed the door firmly.
"Track him where he's now. And I'm going to meet him," he ordered.
"Yes, Sir," the limousine's engine started.
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Half an hour later.
The limousine stopped in front a strip club.
The high pitched song was being played inside could be heard from the street, the space in front of the lightning building was unusually empty. The club had a underground garage, the cars were parked there. Some people were entering into the club wearing weird colored outfits, some were buying food from the shop outside of it.
"He's here?" Sung-ho retorted with disgust.
"Yes Sir," Sam replied, running his fingers on the laptop.
"Sam, you're coming inside with me," he declared, then glanced at the other two. "Moon and Ryung, you two stay in the car and stay alert."
Sung-ho got out from the car, his hands were in his pocket. He couldn't describe what he was feeling right in that moment, all he knew was he had to finish his job. Eun-hye had been his teacher all the years he had been homeschooled alone, she was also his mother's old friend. She was kind and strict at the same time, she never gave him a chance to avoid his lessons, but also was very passionate and kindhearted to him.
As soon as the moment Sung-ho placed his feet at the entrance of the strip club with behind his bodyguard, the men whom he came here for, knew that he had come as they could feel his presence.In the middle of the large room, Elrod was massaging a brunette's bare thighs with his left hand, another one was holding a glass of pink champagne. The stripper started to hovering all over his body and moving her hips as her work with a song named 'Bandz a Make Her Dance'. Elrod groaned with pleasure and shook his head by the rhythm of the song, then took a long sip from his glass, slurping. Seeing all naked dancers around the place, Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, trying avoid looking at them.
"Is it your first time in a strip club, Sam?" Sung-ho turned to him, amusement glittering in his eyes under the dim lights.
"Yes Sir," he nodded slowly in reply. "But Sir..... there are so many.... 'People' here and they are... without proper clothes...."
"Relax, will you?" Sung-ho chuckled at his embarrassment. "You came in a club of strippers, you shouldn't expect to see everyone wearing all sweaters and mufflers then, should you? I already saw that bastard in a trap, so don't worry. We won't be here for long anyway."
"Okay, Sir."
"Wait. Where's the assistant? I don't think we've met before. Tsk, tsk... I need to give him a proper introduction."
Sam pointed his finger in a corner of the room. "There he's, under the pink lamp."
"Care to remind me his name again?" Sung-ho looked at his direction, frowning.
"His name is Keiné Elrod."
"Whoa. Are Coréntin and he brothers?"
"No, they are cousins."
"That's interesting. Cousin boss."
Sung-ho smiled triumphantly when his eyes met Keiné. Instantly his eyes went big and put his wine glass on the table, standing up from the chair. He quickly moved to his Cousin boss and whispered something in his ears.
"He saw you," Sam stated beside him.
" 'Cause I wanted him to," he began to walk forward, smiling. "Game on, Sam!"