Kang Chan realized his phone was missing after he came out of Smithen’s room. He thought it went missing in the club during the fight.

“Contact Gwang-Taek for me,” Kang Chan ordered.

“Yes, hyung-nim.”

The fight had already started, and Kang Chan planned on winning.

Kang Chan took the phone the gangster respectfully handed to him.

– What’s up? You speak a foreign language as well?

Oh Gwang-Taek’s voice was filled with surprise. Kang Chan moved to a corner to keep the gangsters from hearing their conversation.

“I was told there’s a drug sample in the Namsan hotel. Do you know anything about it?”

- What?

Could this fucker be the one buying the drugs?

Kang Chan sharply glared at the men that stood along the hallway with the thought that they could become enemies at any moment.

- Speak clearly. There are drugs in the Namsan hotel?

“It’s a sample!”

- That’s the same thing! Which fuckers did it? Which sons of bitches are fucking around in someone else’s business without permission?

Kang Chan felt slightly relieved, but he couldn’t let his guard down.

- Hey! Which bastard did it? What kind of fuckers are they?!

“Three French guys have the sample, which means there’s someone buying it.”

- And those fuckers don’t know who?

“Are you even listening to me? Like I said, they don’t know. And those bastards are part of the Serpents Venimeux, a French gang. Two of them apparently have guns.

- Seito?

To Kang Chan, it sounded like a Japanese gang.

“I’m thinking of ending it today. Find a suitable location for it, then I’ll call them out. If they don’t come, then I’m thinking of going to the hotel.”

- Hey! I barely managed to patch things up at the club. It’s a relief that it's open right now or else I would’ve been in deep trouble. Let’s drag them outside. There’s a quiet...