Elrod hurriedly moved his hands from the brunette's breasts as soon as he understood over the loud noise who had come here in the club. He entered a twenty thousand won in her panties and gives a pat at her buttocks. He pointed someone behind to stop the music sound box and made a whistle by his mouth loud enough to hear for everyone to be quiet.
"Welcome, welcome!" Elrod grinned brightly, stretching his hands forward, surrounded by his six bodyguards. "Look who on the sweet earth is here! This is fucking bloody Mafia Jeong!" he yelled in a mocking manner, then glanced at his assistant. "Keiné, what the hell you're waiting for? Go welcome the Mafia and his hippopotamus lizard in!"
Sam put his hand on his gun as soon as he heard his bantered insult. Sung-ho crossed his arms across his chest, saying nothing.
Keiné looked at him oddly, "Me?"
The grin disappeared from Elrod's face, furrowing his brows dangerously. "Heh heh. You don't want me to repeat myself, dear cousin."
Disgust and hatred were evident in his eyes, but Keiné stepped forward and stretched a hand to him for handshake.
"Welcome, Mr. Jeong," he spoke coldly.
Sung-ho looked down at his extending hand curiously, as if he couldn't understand what was the use of it. Though after a moment, he grabbed his hand and brought it closer to his eyes like it was a science project.
"You're Keiné, right?"
"Right!" he replied curtly while trying to free his hand from Sung-ho's grasp.
"That's enough. Now we've got a proper Introduction," Sung-ho smiled at him, then gripped his wrist more tightly.
Sam sent bullets twice in the air, a warning to the people there to leave the place as soon as possible. The dancers flinched at the sound and began to crowd at the exit door, all shouting in unison.
"What are you doing?" Elrod roared.
"We need to talk. Alone," Sam replied coldly in behalf of his boss. "Tell them to leave before anything bad happens."
Elrod snickered at him, but seeing their serious look, he jerked his off and did a thing with his fingers to tell them all to leave the club.
The strippers started to leave quickly.
In the meanwhile, they waited patiently.
"Scaphoid," Sung-ho began and applied pressure on it to break the bone. "Trapezium, Trapezoid, Lunate, Triquetral, Pisiform, Capitate," he uttered every name and before Keiné's widened eyes, he broke the basic bones of his hand within six seconds.
Keiné screamed with pain, looking at his right hand with horrified eyes like he couldn't believe them.
"What the fuck you're doing?" Elrod pulled out his revolver from his coat, ready to shoot and slight fear appeared in eyes too.
"Breaking his hand. What else?" Sung-ho's fingers went up his forearm and he bent his elbow down mercilessly, totally ignoring his coughs and sobs.
Another of his bone snapped.
"I just broke your alna," he stated simply. "Now I would like to break another one. I don't think you'll be able to move your hands again. What do you say about that, Keiné?"
Keiné somehow managed to turn his head to his Cousin boss, squealing in pain. "I-it hurts! Do something, Coréntin, please! It hurts, ohh God, it hurts so much!" he gasped.
Elrod waved his gun vigorously and shouted at his bodyguards. "What the bloody fuck you guys are staring at? Shoot these two bastards with me, finish them!" he started to curse in English, spitting out his saliva.
One. Two. Three.
All of the seven pulled their triggers together.
Clock tickled by in slow motion.
Nothing.
Clicked all the guns again.
Still nothing.
Elrod looked at his revolver with disbelief, then checked the chamber. It was empty. He eyed the place furiously, but all of them had already left the place.
Sam was pretty astonished too, thinking that his boss was really something. He took steps forward, pointing his gun to them.
"H-how... how did you...." Elrod stammered.
"That's why I suggest you don't come to a strip club for entertainment and run your fingers all over their naked bodies," Sung-ho chuckled and pushed the broken-hand man to the floor.
"You see the thing Elrod, I might be a Mokpo boy and new in Busan city, but I have my people everywhere. I use them for my work, I order them, I kill them. But I do not hurt women or children like you. You're really a pure piece of shit, did you know that before? Because if you didn't, I happily volunteer for that to remind you again," Sung-ho raised his brows expectedly, perhaps waiting for his answer.
Elrod's face was tomato red and his whole body was vibrating with anger, he wolfishly raised his hand at him, cursing under his breath continuously.
"Oh, do raise your voice, Elrod. I understand English, okay?"
"What do you want from me?" he spat.
"What I want can't be given back, you bastard," Sung-ho glowered at him. "You ordered this just another bastard like you," he pointed at his wounded lying cousin, "to kill an innocent woman. You ordered by your that nasty mouth to drown her into water in her own house!" he finally lost his temper. "What the hell did Eun-hye really do to you?"
"Did you even want to know that first? You wanted to talk, but you broke his arm and emptied our guns like a coward!"
Sung-ho turned away from him and took some deep breaths, trying to control his temper. He would lose his amusement and entertainment if he snapped his neck right now.
"I don't want to know because," Sung-ho spoke again in a dangerously cold tone, "because that doesn't matter anymore. What you've done is done."
"Then....?" Elrod narrowed his eyes.
"Then leave!" Sung-ho stepped aside from their way. "Don't try mess with me again in your lifetime, Coréntin Elrod. It's your first and last chance, always remember it."
"You're really letting us leave?" he frowned.
"Yeah, leave! I'm letting you leave."
Elrod stepped forward cautiously along with his bodyguards, two of them already picked up Keiné from the floor who was senseless. He passed Sung-ho, staring at him with wary red eyes if he did any trap again.
Sam glanced at his boss weirdly, couldn't understand his motive. He was letting this underworld emperor leave from his sight, then what about their car? Why was he doing this?
"Sir....." he started, though hesitated.
"Don't," Sung-ho stopped him in the midway, gazing at the way they just left, then moved front to leave this club too. "Let's go."
In front of the club, Elrod and his associates had already parked the car across the street, ready to escape from this place as soon as possible.
"Bloody cowards," he mumbled.
"Sir, they're getting in the car," Sam hurriedly retorted and stared at the large black Roles Royal with golden crafting in its body. "But the car is...." he trailed off after he suddenly understood his boss's intentions.
"I know you like this car, Sam. But the bomb won't add any more beauty into it," he opened up the case of his silver lighter. "Elrod, I was really letting you leave. From the earth actually, I guess I forgot to mention."
Behind them, the car exploded into flames.
Sam flinched because of the shockwaves.
Sung-ho shut the case, tilting his head to his bodyguard while walking slowly to his limousine.
"Which do you think is the best meal between these two? Kimchi Stew or Jjajangmyeon? I bet you like the second, right? Oh Gosh, I'm so hungry. Let's go to eat, be quick!" he hopped in the car with such urgency.
Sam could only nod at his statement, totally puzzled by his normal reaction. He glanced back for the last time at the car on explosion along with eight people, the red flames flickering from it to the blue sky.