“Repeat what you just said,” Kang Chan said.

“Sharlan…”

“Not that!”

They were talking in French, preventing the gangsters from understanding them. One of them was looking at Kang Chan in awe, though.

“Drugs, it’s drugs. It’s in the cars that will be imported this time,” Smithen said.

“Your words don’t add up. I heard that the cars were going to Suh Jeong Motors!”

“We were planning on giving fifty cars to Suh Jeong Motors with the condition that we’ll receive the remaining balance later. The other condition was that we’ll hand over the cars every time Kang Yoo Motors sold them, and we planned on retrieving the drugs before handing the cars over.”

Kang Chan couldn’t understand everything Smithen said, but he was certain that Kang Dae-Kyung would be in danger.

Crunch.

“Gah.”

Kang Chan violently stabbed Smithen in between his left shoulder and chest with the broken bottle.

Considering the broken bottle left many pieces stuck in Kang Chan’s hands, words wouldn’t be able to describe Smithen’s injuries. However, Kang Chan still couldn’t leave him like that due to how strong he was. Smithen still had his right arm, which was more than enough for him to attack Kang Chan.

“Huh? What’s this?”

The gangsters found a strange-looking knife in the Serpents Venimeux member they were moving.

Kukri.

It was a bladed weapon commonly used to slash through necks and body parts. It had a slight recurve from the tip to the middle part of its blade.

He should’ve taken that out sooner. If I had that in my hand I wouldn't have been injured from the bottle.

“Give me that.”

The gangster quickly handed the Kukri to Kang Chan.

“The left is for Dayeru. This one’s for me,” Kang Chan said.

Stab!

“Agh! Arrgh!”

The knife hit the part where Smithen’s right shoulder met his chest. He wouldn’t...