#18
"I can't see Shafiq."
Azman, the head of the Korean branch of the Malaysian mafia organization Black Tiger, kicked his tongue vigorously.
"That cheeky fellow! You say you spent it at the headquarters, but you ignore me like that? Killer subject... Isn't it just a killer!"
Azman thought he'd have a cool swear word, but he quit. He wanted to become a mogul of the Underworld in the future. People might think that "dark song" is violent, ignorant, and impulsive.
But never. That's prejudice. On the contrary, any tycoon who is really confident in his or her power never speaks threateningly. Choose words carefully, behave gracefully and elegantly. Because you have confidence and confidence that you can kill your opponent at any time.
Azman wanted to be so, so he turned a blind eye to Sharikh, even though he was constantly causing trouble with the customers who came to the club.
Fortunately, there has been no significant disturbance yet, but the eyes of the Korean police are fierce. Contrary to the narrow national territory, the administrative power that is tight was swept through the deep darkness of the underworld without exception.
"Didn't he go out for a drink?"
My subordinate gave a plausible opinion. Azman shook his head.
"I hate him, Sharik, but he's a real devout Muslim. He doesn't put a drop of alcohol in his mouth, only to be faithful to Allah's word. You have to learn that."
Azman fiddled with his beard and spoke quite bossy. The man who gave his opinion nodded and shut his mouth.
"Anyway, tell him to find him quickly. You don't know where else he's going to do something wrong. He's a madman who likes to kill people even if he doesn't drink."
Azman instructed his men to leave. The men gathered in the boss' room and left the room in unison. It was 4 o'clock. It was not even before the opening of the club, but the inside of the Kuala Lumpur International Club was busy.
They always clean up the interior, ventilate the air, and even check disaster countermeasures. It is a very exemplary business. They are determined not to give assistance to administrative authorities, but what is good is good.
"Boss! Boss!"
A subordinate made a fuss and stormed into Azman's room. He shook Azman's heart, who was in a hurry and was enjoying the stillness, once again. Azman managed to calm his mind, which had been shaken by Sharik, but when his subordinates made him dizzy, he couldn't hold back and spoke sharply.
"What! If it's nothing, I'll cut your tongue off."
"Huh!"
Azman's threatening words engulfed the wind. Azman sighed and waved his hands as he unknowingly covered his mouth.
"There you go. Tell me. What is it?"
True Azman's words allowed his subordinates to speak with confidence.
"I think... I think Shariq is dead."
"What....?"
Azman jumped up from his seat without realizing it. Shariq died? The famous killer in Malaysia, Shariq. The man who killed 20 people with his sword skills at once?
Azman thought his subordinate was talking nonsense because he heard a strange rumor. He got angry and tried to drive him out, but as I mentioned earlier, Azman is a man who seeks out a mogul in the underworld someday. Always be careful with your words and actions and your attitude.
"What did you hear? Tell me."
Only then did the subordinate tell the whole story. The subordinate's words were like this.
The subordinate, who had a chronic hemorrhoids attack today, went to the hospital far away, keeping it a secret from others. It was a hospital about 2km away. When he arrived near the hospital on foot, he saw the police line was broken.
He snooped his head in the neighborhood because he liked to meddle. He must have lived in Korea for a long time and been fluent in Korean.
-I heard a foreigner died on the rooftop?
-You're a weird knife guy, but you can't use your arms and legs!
-Your vocal cords have been lost?
It is said that the story of the case was gradually solved by the police, who went to search for the identity of the unidentified foreign body with the feeling of catching straws.
There, as the rumor circulated in this narrow neighborhood in an instant, his subordinates also learned what had happened with deaf ears.
"Well..."
Azman saw enough that the person could be 'Sharik'. Maybe not, but he thought it could be because of the 'freak knife'. He listened intently to the story, worried about any doubts.
Most crucially, he was convinced that he was a "Sharik" thanks to hearing his name from the police who just found him when he snooped around the scene.
"Do you happen to know 'Rosham Abdilla'?"
He knew but pretended not to know.
"There are a lot of people in my country called 'Rosham.' But I don't know Rosham in Korea."
He had a little conversation with the police and said he didn't know well, but he was able to get out of it. He seemed to be suspicious, but he was so brazen that he didn't stop him from leaving.
"Rosham Abdilla... Isn't that the name on his passport…"
Azman agreed.
"That's right. That's him. Sarriq... Did you fall for the infamous "Pikachu"
Azman got serious. Did he really die? The monster?
Azman couldn't believe it. If I wait a moment, I wonder if Sharik will put on a brazen face and re-emerge from the club.
You can't stop such positive thoughts from going around the side of your head. What's important is that it's positive, so you have to trust the situation and do nothing.
"Take them off and investigate. If they're alive, he wouldn't have gone far. The phone..."
Oh, phone! It's a prepaid phone, so there won't be any information left. It's simple to call.
"Wait a minute."
Azman pulled out a prepaid phone. Sharik also paid phone. There must be a phone number. Azman called the number he had written on his smartphone.
For a moment, the beep went off.
Crack-
I can hear you answer the phone.
"Hello?"
Ttt-
I hung up right away. What I heard over the phone was fluent Korean. Sharikh can't speak Korean. Either he's dead or he's crazy because his son couldn't have left his phone with a Korean. Azman was convinced he was dead.
"Sharik is dead. That's what I know."
"Yes, yes."
My subordinate agreed because he thought so in his own logic. Azman, who beckoned his subordinate to leave, quickly decided to inform the local organizations of the news.
***
Minjun was listening to the music of the new animation.
"Well... Well... Well...."
The beat that filled the house and the voice of Japanese vocals raised Min-jun's mood. It is the theme of the animation "Blade of Extinction" released this quarter.
He's humming music and looking at stock charts. He looks at recent theme stocks and blue-chip stocks. The base seeks market-following returns by moderately dispersing risks, while 30% of all operating funds are boldly betting on growth stocks.
In addition, the self-made investment algorithm continues to single out coins and stocks, and it also checks the returns in between.
It is about two hours after a series of investment rate of return checks and portfolio adjustments are completed. Close the window after meticulously recording the rate of return and checking the trend.
"Whoa..."
Cheerful animation music is passing by. It's Japanese lyrics, but it's easy to know the meaning. After sitting idly for a while, Min-joon took out a cell phone he had been working on until yesterday.
It's the second-old cell phone of Daeyang Group, which is now dead. After the hack, I looked inside, but there was still a lot of fun.
Should I say that it shows how much a human being can degenerate if he has a lot of money and a lot of time?
I had heard many rumors that she was a rascal, but I had no idea that she would be this bad. A woman who I keep in touch with is a 10-year-old woman. If they sell the luxury goods that they give to the women and give them to the poor, they are so full that they would die.
He was not satisfied with such a topic as a woman and recently reached out to pretty men.
Of course, I carried drugs as a basic option, and when I was bored, I hit people.
'It's right that he's dead well.'
I have never opposed what Lee Ji-hoon does. There are people in the world who can't do it 'by law' and people who can't. He thinks this guy is not supposed to be. Originally, the law is said to be equal on the outside, but isn't the truth different.
This guy was just a piece of trash playing the law with his money and power. It's a pity that he didn't die more disastrously.
"Tteu."
The more I searched my smartphone, the dirtier it was. It's not even a garbage hole. The most annoying thing was the treatment of the people around me. The default is 'Hey!' or 'you punk!' rather than calling their posts and giving them honorifics.
If you get even more angry there, you'll be like, 'You balm!' Is it really Korea that you don't condescend just because such a human being was born into a rich family.
Kim Min-joon kicked his tongue and scanned the data on his smartphone.
Then I suddenly found a conversation record with the number he often contacted.
-Did you find it?
-I found it, but I don't know exactly where it was moved yet.
-Are you sure you came to Korea?
-Yes, that's right.
He seems to have found something. I didn't know exactly what it was. I turned the conversation back.
-I'm traveling abroad.
-Overseas? Probably. Then did they enter the paper company?
-Yes. First, I fall into Hong Kong, then I go to Sheychell, then I go to Panama, and then...
There was a long text, but he texted me like he didn't read it.
-Well, anyway, where are you right now?
-The projection is domestic.
-To Korea?
-Yes, but it has been changed to spot goods.
-What if it's in kind?
-As an artwork.
-Artwork... My father's hobby is.
Father?
Kim Min-joon reconstructed the conversation he had read in his head. In his head, he deduced what this rascal had decorated. Finally, a rough hypothesis was in place. Min-jun's eyes shone.
"Did you want to eat your dad's slush fund?"
It's the opening house. Min-joon quickly figured out what to do from this fun fact.
"I need to take this away."
He contacted Jihoon in a hurry.