#140

Lee Hyun-joon had received dozens of calls from Monday morning until 5 PM today, Thursday, claiming to have met or at least seen Lee Seon-jae. Of course, he didn’t receive them directly; his secretary did, summarizing the calls and placing them on his desk. As always, it was all nonsense, so he pushed them aside and was playing card games on his computer, waiting for a chance to leave work while keeping an eye on Father’s movements.

Then, his secretary informed him that a guy named Kim In-sung had come to see him. “Who’s Kim In-sung? Send him away,” he said, but a moment later, the reply came back: “Immigration bag.” He added that he had been calling since Tuesday afternoon.

Since there were countless people who came in person claiming to know or have met Lee Seon-jae, he would never have agreed to meet the guy if he had mentioned Lee Seon-jae’s name. But an immigration bag? Internal information might have been leaked, or there might be moles in the police or prosecutor’s office, but it was still tempting. Because so far, no one had brought information like that.

“Hanju City? Was there a place like that in Gyeonggi Province?”

Lee Hyun-joon said, glancing at the business card.

He imitated that bastard’s unique sarcastic expression and tone. In the past, when he was on the receiving end, it wasn’t very pleasant, but honestly, it looked kind of cool. Now that that bastard was dead, there was no one to say anything even if he imitated him, but he was still too self-conscious and only mimicked him in front of people he met for the first time.

Sitting across from Lee Hyun-joon was a guy who introduced himself as Kim In-sung, the boss of the Seonrin Clan. He looked like a third-rate gangster at first glance. He revealed that he was born in Seonrin-dong, Incheon, where Chinatown was located, and even after moving to Hanju City, he used the name as the organization’s name to not forget his hometown. Did anyone ask? He was about to die of boredom because he didn’t just get to the point.

He was wearing a fairly expensive suit and expensive shoes, but the tattoos covering his exposed wrists and ankles made him look like a cheap thug. It was ridiculous to see him acting all important as a boss or whatever with those kinds of tattoos. To become a corporate gangster, you need to know how to get tattoos in hidden places. Like himself or Father.

The guy Kim In-sung brought along was at least decent. Nam Ji-hoon, was it? He had a good voice and wasn’t bad at speaking. He also liked that he didn’t have any visible tattoos. His appearance was decent enough that he wouldn’t be embarrassed to take him anywhere.

“So, what about this immigration bag?”

Lee Hyun-joon asked, acting important.

“I apologize in advance for my attitude, as I have so many people coming to see me.”

Following Lee Seon-jae’s half-polite speech, he even gave a smirk.

“Of course. I understand.”

Understand my ass. Kim In-sung, with a constipated look on his face, began to explain in detail how he found out about the immigration bag.

Jangmi this, Park Dong-Hee that. Who the hell is Oh Dae-ho? There were so many side stories that he couldn’t keep up. He couldn’t quite understand from Kim In-sung’s words how Il-gwang’s immigration bag had ended up in that rural backwater, but he thought it was quite something. At least they found out that they were the owners of the money bag.

“These are the three counterfeit bills.”

As Kim In-sung spoke, Nam Ji-hoon quickly took an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Kim In-sung. Kim In-sung shook the envelope at Lee Hyun-joon with a pompous air.

“I heard Il-gwang made them?”

He added in a greasy tone.

Fuck. So what?

Lee Hyun-joon frowned.

“We really hate it when people say things like that without evidence, you know? You know how all sorts of rumors go around in this business.”

After saying this, he spat into the ashtray.

“And you can’t use that anyway. Who accepts old bills these days?”

“Well, yeah. That’s true.”

Kim In-sung replied with a sullen expression.

When he only stared at the envelope that was given to him, Nam Ji-hoon took it back.

Kim In-sung knew his place. He just let it go even when Lee Hyun-joon, who was at least ten years younger than him, spoke informally. He liked that about him. If a country bumpkin gangster started acting proud, it would be very awkward. So, even though it didn’t seem like there was much to it, he decided to listen to the end.

“You didn’t just come here to talk about immigration bags and counterfeit bills, did you?”

Lee Hyun-joon set the stage. Then, Kim In-sung crossed his legs and gave a meaningful smile.

No, talk, you son of a bitch!

What a frustrating bastard.

Nam Ji-hoon was looking down at his boss like a dog about to shit, and took advantage of a moment of silence to whisper in his ear. Then Kim In-sung raised his hand to stop him. It was as if he was saying, “I’ll take care of everything, you just shut up.”

Fuck. What a joke.

It was something Father often did to him. Especially when he did it in front of Lee Seon-jae, his pride was so hurt that he almost went crazy. But that bastard was doing it.

Lee Hyun-joon suddenly felt very upset. He completely lost the desire to be with this guy, regardless of the information.

“Ah, fuck.”

Lee Hyun-joon cursed and got up from his seat. Then Kim In-sung looked up at Lee Hyun-joon with a surprised expression. He seemed to have been mistaken that he was in control all along. Nam Ji-hoon was anxiously stamping his feet.

“Kim Tae-heun!”

Kim In-sung shouted as he was about to leave the door.

What is he saying? Fuck.

Who the hell is Kim Tae-heun?

“Lee Seon-jae! I know where that bastard is.”

Kim In-sung added urgently.

“Not just know, I’ve met him in person. He’s staying at a close Hyung’s house.”

Nam Ji-hoon added.

Lee Seon-jae had a lot of people who knew him and a lot of people who had seen him.

Lee Hyun-joon hesitated for a moment.

“I also have a picture. Let’s take a look at the picture first.”

It was Nam Ji-hoon again this time. The kid was a gem the more he looked at him.

The data that the secretary gave him was also delivered to Father as it was. Since he couldn’t hide who visited from Father, Lee Hyun-joon reluctantly went back to his seat and sat down again. It was better than seeing him get mad later about whether he saw the picture or not.

As soon as he sat down, Nam Ji-hoon quickly came to his side and handed him a yellow envelope.

“Here’s the picture.”

Lee Hyun-joon, imitating Lee Seon-jae again, took out the pictures from the envelope with an elegant gesture.

There were at least twenty of them. The background in the pictures was obviously a rural backwater. There were quite a few places like this in Gyeonggi Province, where Lee Hyun-joon had been going for land development, but this was too much. Besides, the way the people in the pictures were dressed was also a sight to behold. Without even looking, they were all old people.

Old people were out in the front yard of a two-story building, smoking or sitting in the shade. Between them, two tall men were handing out bread and drinks like they were distributing rations. Both were wearing cheap black cotton T-shirts, one with cargo pants with many pockets and white sneakers, and the other with faded jeans and red rubber boots. Clothes that Lee Seon-jae would never wear and shoes that he would never wear.

No matter how many pictures he flipped through, Lee Seon-jae was not there. The two men kept appearing. They were tall and big, but one was dark and the other was pale. Both had bruises and wounds on their faces, so he couldn’t even recognize their faces. It was even worse because they were out of focus.

“Who am I supposed to be looking at?”

Lee Hyun-joon grumbled.

He was fooled again. His insides were boiling. Lee Hyun-joon, who was roughly flipping through the pictures, frowned at the last two pictures.

Did these guys think he was a homo?

“Fuck.”

He cursed involuntarily.

But that was only for a moment, Lee Hyun-joon was startled as if struck by lightning. Goosebumps ran all over his body.

Wow, fuck. Wow. Fuck!

That son of a bitch was alive.

It was the bastard’s dick!

Whether the guy who took this picture was obsessed with dicks or not, it was taken very well compared to the other pictures that were out of focus. It was a zoomed-in picture, and the focus was on the dick. In the last picture, his face was also clearly visible.

The background was a dilapidated country house. A sturdy man was smiling brightly, standing barefoot on the yellow dirt floor where dust was flying, naked. His skin was generally fair, but his face, neck, arms, and hands, which were usually exposed to the sun, were quite dark and reddish.

It was a skin color and physique that he would never have thought of as Lee Seon-jae. That bastard always had a clear, milky white, beautiful skin tone. Even when he drank alcohol, he looked as if he had put on makeup, and he never had a pimple even when he stayed up all night. He was always incredibly white and smooth. Above all, his body was always slim and well-suited to a suit.

Although it was his dark history, he had once masturbated while thinking of that bastard. Honestly, he had never seen anything as beautiful as that bastard.

Once he was convinced that it was Lee Seon-jae, he seemed to see Lee Seon-jae in the bruised and scabbed face. But Lee Seon-jae, at least the Lee Seon-jae that Lee Hyun-joon had seen all his life, did not smile like that. Moreover, he was not the type to stand barefoot in a place like that.

If it wasn’t for that dick, if it wasn’t for that huge, jealous, wonderful, and magnificent dick, he wouldn’t have believed it was Lee Seon-jae. He knew the direction the penis curved, the color, and even the shape because he had gone to the sauna together so often. He wasn’t a pervert, but he had memorized it.

“Is that the person you’re looking for?”

Kim In-sung asked with a smile on his face.

“I found him properly.”

He didn’t answer, but he spoke in a confident tone after seeing Lee Hyun-joon’s expression.

The country bumpkin gangster who had been humbling himself and bowing down a little while ago was gone, and he had regained his authority.

“Now I want to meet Chairman Lee Seok-doo.”

He immediately mentioned Father.

Lee Hyun-joon was not even aware that the bastard in front of him was acting up. His hands and feet were trembling. He was trembling as if he really had the chills. There was no way the two of them wouldn’t have noticed it, but this was not the time to worry about that.

Lee Seon-jae, that son of a bitch, was alive. He had been eating and living so well while they were busting their asses that his body had grown so big that it could rival a Westerner. His skin was red and he had a dick like that, so to be honest, he could have believed that he was a Western porn actor that he often watched.

Ha. This bastard.

He felt a thrill all over his body. He was angry and happy at the same time.

If he only had this bastard, everything would go back to normal. His and Father’s hardships were over.

Of course, he wouldn’t accept him nicely, he would just cut off his two legs. Then he would use him until he died. He would even put a chain around his neck.

Lee Hyun-joon was excited just imagining it.

“If it’s difficult to meet the chairman, I’ll look elsewhere. I heard there are quite a few people looking for Lee Seon-jae, as you know.”

Kim In-sung said arrogantly.

Lee Hyun-joon picked up the phone with trembling hands and called his secretary.

“Hey, call Father. Tell him I found him. Hey, you son of a bitch. I found Lee Seon-jae!”

He shouted into the phone.

“Oh, President. Of course, you should meet the chairman. Would you like a glass of whiskey while you wait? I have a very good one.”

Lee Hyun-joon asked Kim In-sung, rubbing his hands together.

“You, Mr. Nam Ji-hoon. Why are you still standing? There are plenty of seats.”

He gestured for Nam Ji-hoon, who had been standing since he entered the room, to sit down quickly.

“When it comes to alcohol, I.”

Lee Hyun-joon pointed to the display case, putting the two pictures in his jacket pocket as if they were treasures. He felt dizzy as he tried to get up from the sofa to get the alcohol.

Wow. You son of a bitch. He was alive.

He couldn’t believe it.

Lee Hyun-joon’s heart was pounding rapidly. Adrenaline was rushing through him.

Lee Hyun-joon staggered to the display case.

141 – Chapter Title Without Number