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The place that Young-Joon’s parents were living in was an old house that was in a remote area in Doma-dong, Daejeon. To get to the house, he had to go through a narrow, maze-like alley. Taxi drivers didn’t really like these kinds of roads.
“You can drop me off here.”
Young-Joon got off the taxi at the entrance to the alley.
Looking at the old, gray stone walls… old memories of the place surfaced in Young-Joon's mind.
‘I played a lot with Park Joo-Hyuk near here.’
Young-Joon went down the alley. And when he arrived in front of a rice shop that was no longer open…
Vrooom!
A truck suddenly came out from the left.
Crash!
Young-Joon could not understand what just happened. He felt a strong impact on his left shoulder and arm, then his whole body flew into the air. His body flew dozens of meters and tumbled on the ground.
Three men got out of the truck and confirmed the situation.
“Is it done?” The man with a mustache and wearing a leather jacket asked while lighting a cigarette.
“Check,” the man who was seemingly the leader ordered.
One of the gangsters approached Young-Joon with a wrench in his hand and flipped him over. Blood ran down Young-Joon’s head.
“I think it’s done, sir,” the gangster said.
“Huh! Hey! Behind you!” Spitting out his cigarette, Mustache yelled in surprise.
“Behind?”
The gangster turned his head and fell to his knees in shock. Young-Joon’s upper body was smoothly getting up from the ground. It looked as if someone was pulling on his collar to get him up. His cut on the back of his head was healed.
He stared at the gangsters with cold eyes void of emotions.
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The order, which had passed through a few people, was to eliminate Young-Joon. They had prepared a lot for this. They did multiple simulations in this exact spot with the truck owned by the identity they...
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