Hye-jin could feel her hair blowing in the wind as she swerved and accelerated through the cars without shame or difficulty.
A woman with her motorcycle doesn't want war with anyone.
Hye-jin had more cars and disguises than she could count on her fingers, and it would be troublesome if they knew where she parks all of them. After all, an ice cream truck next to a Ferrari and a racing car didn't make any sense.
Jeon was the woman of the impossible, having already killed in every imaginable way. Of course, the client could choose, but if she left it to her own, the marked bullets were the only valid option.
Hye-jin, the tax-paying citizen, has only a laundry room and a motorcycle; that's what her uncles know. So, she always had to keep a close eye on that detail.
The starry night looked inviting, and she was ready for a good meal.
Yes, the moon and stars were especially beautiful that night.
