Chapter 8

The tall body, dressed in a fine and very elegant suit, relaxed on the leather armchair in the living room with a beautiful cross of legs.

Kim Kang was smiling with his lips curled over the rim of his crystal glass. He smelled the strong scent of his Johnnie Walker, enjoyed the frightened eyes guided to him, and it felt good. He loved to put fear and feel superior.

He drank from the brownish liquid, looking better at his visitor. He felt the familiar, strong taste go down his throat, then he sighed, resting better on the upholstery.

"How is he?" He asked.

"I don't want to do this anymore." the cracked voice brought him a soft chuckle. It wasn't like that person had any choices there.

"Come on, talk at once. How is my boy doing?"

After clearing his throat, he heard what he wanted so much, filling himself even more.

"He is fine."

"And how's that nightclub idea going?" rolled his eyes.

"I don't know, we don't talk often."

"You