-Hey, now. That's no way to greet someone, Bang Jin-Hun. No need to be that unfriendly when you consider our close relationship.

Kim Seok-Il snarkily replied on the phone.

“What relationship are you even talking about, you piece of sh*t? The one where we're trying to rip each other's throats out? Listen here, you son of a b*tch, wash your neck and wait for me, okay? I'll be there to rip your head off pretty soon.”

-Calm down for a second, will you? Besides, I don't think you have what it takes to deal with me now that Kang Jin-Ho has become a pancake.

“...I f*cking knew it. So, it really was you.” Bang Jin-Hun gritted his teeth. “Sure, we are dying to rip each other's throats out, but some things are totally off limits, you motherf*cker. And you crossed that line this time!”

-No, you people crossed the line first.

“Say what?”

-What did you expect us to do after you roped in a damn monster like him? Behave ourselves nicely and present our necks on the chopping board?

“Listen here, you dipsh*t! You got involved in that man's life first before I did! Don't come here with your bullsh*t, cuz no one's buying it!”

-That's where our opinions will have to differ. It doesn't matter, anyway. I don't have the time nor the habit of discussing this and that over a dead man. The dead is just that, dead and buried.

“He's...!” Bang Jin-Hun hurriedly clamped his mouth shut. He almost blurted out that Kang Jin-Ho was still alive.

If he stupidly revealed...