Oh Gwang-Taek sat underneath the window in the door that was separating the prison cell from the hallway. He was wearing winter clothes for prisoners under trial. Its sky-blue top had an ID tag that stated prisoner number 1768 and prison cell number B3U7, which meant that he was assigned to the seventh cell on the second floor of the third building.0

As there was a toilet in the cell, the ‘seat of honor’ in a detention house and a prison was naturally against the door, right under the window. With Oh Gwang-Taek occupying the seat of honor, the people sitting across from him were all holding their breaths and trying to read his mood.0

“Hyung-nim,” someone called from the hallway. 0

Oh Gwang-Taek raised his head in response, finding a huge gangster in his early thirties in front of him. 0

“Have you eaten yet, hyung-nim?” Unable to greet him directly, the gangster bowed at him in a direction slightly away from him. 0

Unlike Oh Gwang-Taek, who did nothing more than just look up a little and give the man a short glance, the two young gangsters inside the room with him quickly stood up and greeted the man with respect.0

“I’ll get going now,...0