Oh Gwang-Taek stumbled at around 4 am. Kang Chan called Joo Chul-Bum, and he urgently ran over with two younger guys.

“Look after him,” said Kang Chan.

“Understood, hyung-nim.” Joo Chul-Bum put his hands under Oh Gwang-Taek’s armpit, and the other two guys held his legs. They then walked away.

“How much do I have to pay?” Kang Chan asked the old woman.

“Just give me 50,000 KW.”

The old woman fully filled a cup with a brown liquid and brought it over.

“It’s brewed oriental raison water[1]. Please drink this before you go,” the old woman told Kang Chan.

“Thank you.”

Kang Chan handed over the money and received the cup.

“That man has a good heart,” the old woman commented.

Could a gangster really be nice? Kang Chan drank the oriental raison water while suppressing a laugh.

“He’s a gangster so he seems to have been in situations where he had to hurt other people, but every time he does, he comes here alone, drinks a lot, and cries.”

That fucker did that?

The old woman looked at Kang Chan as she put the bowl on the tray, then continued, “A lot of people wanted this spot before. He relentlessly protected it all by himself so that I could somehow make a living because he knew that my son wasn’t well.”

The old woman...