Ma Bong-chun had secretly drilled a hole in the best room.
It was cleverly hidden behind the lighting, wall decorations, and a potted plant, making it virtually undetectable unless someone came very close. Usually, it was completely covered by a wall decoration, so even the cleaning staff couldn't find it.
The hole allowed a view from the adjacent storage room. Though it was a cramped and smelly place, he had gotten used to it.
"For Ra-young's safety, I must keep watch."
It was all for Ra-young.
If a customer behaved gentlemanly, he wouldn't interfere, but if they caused trouble for Ra-young, he would sneak in and teach them a lesson.
He didn't stop Ra-young from going out for the second rounds. It infuriated him, but it was her choice, and he respected that.
Ma Bong-chun peeked through the hole.
The young guy had Ra-young in his arms on the right side.
Neat black hair. A perky chest and a slender waist without any fat.
She wore a tight-fitting white dress that clung to her body, and the skirt was so short that her white fishnet panties were visible between her legs.
The young guy wrapped his arm around Ra-young's shoulder, but it was fine since she smiled and didn't seem to mind.
"That's far enough. Just drink quietly and leave."
Laughter from the women echoed in the room.
Most of the girls usually dealt with customers in their forties or older, so they were happy to have a young customer for a change. And since this young guy was throwing tips around generously, their fake smiles quickly turned genuine.
As drinks flowed and the atmosphere heated up, they started a simple drinking game. It was a number game, and the penalty was striking a sexy pose. The young guy tipped more for sexier poses, so the girls even purposely made mistakes to get penalized.
"Ra-young!"
Ra-young made a mistake in the game and had to perform the penalty.
She brought over a chair from the corner, spread her legs wide, straddled it, and leaned forward slightly to emphasize her chest.
"As expected, Ra-young! The sexiest of them all!"
Ma Bong-chun nodded in approval. The young guy seemed to agree too, tipping Ra-young 200,000 won. If nothing else, the guy sure knew how to spend money.
Bzzz!
The smartphone in Ma Bong-chun's pocket vibrated. He frowned and checked on the caller.
It was the madam.
Ma Bong-chun had to step out of the storage room.
"Yes, madam. No, I was just in the bathroom. Ah, a troublesome guest? Yes, I'll handle it. The first floor? Alright, I'll take care of it right away."
Ma Bong-chun glanced wistfully at the room where Ra-young was. He was reluctant to leave but had no choice.
He approached the troublesome customer with his subordinates.
"Sir, this is becoming problematic. Please calm down."
He said it sternly. Usually, this was enough to scare most customers. There was a vague fear of gangsters.
But today's troublesome customer wasn't ordinary.
"You bastard! Do you know who I am?! Huh?! I'm a former prosecutor, now a lawyer! I've locked up scum like you! Do you know who I am?! Crazy Prosecutor Kim Hoo-an! Do you get it or not?!"
The drunk man staggered and pointed his finger. Ma Bong-chun quickly softened his expression.
"Damn!"
The man wasn't an ordinary civilian. He was a former prosecutor and is now a lawyer. Politicians could be a hassle, but this was a whole other level of annoyance.
If he handled this wrong, it wouldn't just be him getting screwed; the entire club could be shut down, and his organization could suffer. In South Korea, the power of gangsters isn't that strong.
"I'm terribly sorry, sir! I didn't realize it was you, Attorney Kim Hoo-an! Of course, I know you!"
Ma Bong-chun and his subordinates bowed and scraped in front of the drunk.
"You know? Then bow and apologize properly. Bring more drinks! And sit down! I'll give you some advice, you punk! What are you waiting for?! Sit!"
Ma Bong-chun shot a desperate look at the madam, but she just gave a wry smile.
Even she wouldn't dare cross a former prosecutor.
In the end, Ma Bong-chun had to listen to the drunk's lecture for over an hour until he left. He envied his subordinates, who got to escape to deal with other customers.
"Thanks for your hard work, Chief Ma. Only one customer is left now. He's fine, so you can go rest."
Ma Bong-chun shook his head, knowing who the last customer was.
"Madam, I must see the job through to the end."
"What's gotten into you?"
"Come on, I do work properly sometimes too. Ah... let me just go have a smoke first. That lawyer sucked the life out of me."
"Alright, take a break."
Outside, Ma Bong-chun took a deep breath of the cold early morning air and sighed.
"This sucks."
There was no glamorous life for a gangster. Once a frontline enforcer, he was now a nightclub security guard. If he had been smarter like the other executives, he could have had an easier job, but unfortunately, he wasn't very bright.
He wanted to quit, but that would jeopardize the organization's finances and likely bring retribution.
"Ra-young. How's my Ra-young doing?"
After a cigarette, he headed back to the storage room to secretly watch her again.
"...!"
His eyes widened as he peered through the hole.
"Ah! Ah! It's so big! I love how big it is! More! More, fuck me harder! Ah!"
Ra-young and the young guy were having sex on the table.
Both were naked, with him thrusting from behind.
Ra-young's milky white skin glowed under the lights, and her breasts bounced with each thrust.
Bent over the table like an animal, Ra-young was moaning in ecstasy.
"Damn it!"
Ma Bong-chun knew Ra-young well enough to recognize that she wasn't faking it. She was genuinely enjoying it, her face twisted in pleasure, drooling with a dazed look in her eyes.
He had been with Ra-young for the past year, but he had never seen her like this.
"Come here. Let's kiss."
The young guy grabbed Ra-young's face and lifted her upper body. He was still thrusting.
He turned her face slightly and kissed her deeply. His tongue visibly moved inside her mouth while his other hand mercilessly groped her breasts.
Thrusting in and out of her pussy, the sight was too explicit.
Ma Bong-chun bit his lip. He pressed down on his erection with his palm, refusing to acknowledge it.
"Ra-young, can I come inside?"
"Yes, come inside. It's fine... Ah! I'm about to cum too."
"You know it's only been 30 minutes, right? I won the bet."
"I don't care! Ah!"
With a groan, his huge cock twitched visibly. Finally, he pulled out of Ra-young's pussy.
A torrent of cum flowed out of her.
"Alright. Since Ra-young lasted only 30 minutes instead of an hour, that's 3 million won. And for failing, you get a punishment shot with me."
He pulled out his smartphone, handed it to the girl next to him, and ordered her to take pictures. He manipulated Ra-young's limp body, taking pictures while kissing her, burying his face in her breasts, and inserting his cock back into her pussy. He took photos for three whole minutes, smiling with satisfaction.
"Ra-young is my sex toy now."
As blood dripped from Ma Bong-chun's bitten lip, he thought, "I have to kill this bastard. If I don't, Ra-young's life will be hell."
Ma Bong-chun didn't leave the storage room until two more hours had passed, and Kang Eugene was fully dressed and satisfied.
***
"Chul-woo, Dae-hyun, let's bury someone today."
Ma Bong-chun emerged from the warehouse, his face gaunt and weary. Chul-woo and Dae-hyun, his closest subordinates and comrades in crime, looked at him with confusion. Both had been through countless battles, their faces scarred and hardened by their gangster life.
"Brother, what are you talking about?" Chul-woo asked, perplexed.
"Yeah, boss. Explain yourself before saying stuff like that," Dae-hyun added.
Though Ma Bong-chun's sudden suggestion was shocking, they didn't outright refuse. Instead, they asked for a reason. Ma Bong-chun felt a slight twinge of emotion but remained cold as he explained.
"You know that young bastard who came to the room today?"
"Oh, you mean that new guy?"
"What did he do to you, boss?"
"Can't we just rough him up a bit and be done with it?"
"Yeah, boss. Killing someone is too much trouble. It's not something we can do on a whim."
Murder required a certain level of preparation.
They needed information on the target, a getaway car, and a way to dispose of the body. While the organization could bury one person relatively easily, it still required at least three days of preparation.
"We don't have time for that. We kill him today."
"But, boss, you can't just decide that out of the blue."
"We'll get the getaway car at dawn and store the body in a bag for now. We'll bury it in the mountains when the time is right."
Ma Bong-chun was serious. Sensing his resolve, Chul-woo and Dae-hyun were taken aback. Their boss was known for his temper and impulsiveness, but this was unusual even for him.
"Boss, calm down first."
"Three million won."
"...What?"
"He had three million won in his bag. I saw it with my own eyes when he pulled out money in front of the madam earlier."
"..."
"..."
Chul-woo and Dae-hyun exchanged glances. They barely made 1.5 million won a month, and that was a recent improvement. In the past, they often received nothing from the organization.
"Let's split it into one million pieces. You guys need to touch some real money for once. When will you ever save that kind of money or become executives if you keep guarding the house like loyal dogs?"
Gangsters outwardly boast about loyalty. It looks cool. But in reality, it's all about money. Fights break out over money, murders are committed over money, and brothers betray each other for money.
One million won for a single kill.
An ordinary person would laugh at this cheap joke, not wanting to become a criminal for such a paltry sum. Maybe for ten million, but not a mere one million.
However, Chul-woo and Dae-hyun were different.
They knew their situation. They were uneducated ex-gangsters with little chance of finding decent jobs. Even if they did find work, it would be grueling and poorly paid.
They were nearing their forties. One million won was no small amount. Plus, they had already killed before and gotten away with it.
"Boss, are you serious about the one million?" Chul-woo asked, his gaze turning fierce.
"Why would I lie to you? Chul-woo, you seem willing. Dae-hyun, what about you?"
"Boss, we've been loyal to each other for 20 years. You can't exclude me from something like this."
Of course, if it weren't for the money, even Ma Bong-chun wouldn't have considered murder.
"Chul-woo, get the tools ready. Dae-hyun, we don't have a getaway car, so bring the van from home."
"Yes, boss."
Ma Bong-chun watched his subordinates move swiftly before turning back to the warehouse. He knew there was a bag perfect for carrying a body, and he needed to check on their target's movements.