He wasn’t the Mafia, but he might’ve as well been.

As crude as it was—he had a talent in convincing others for his own gain. But for all his cockiness, he was unable to muster conversation with you. The only show of his affections was his effort into your survival.

If someone even suspected you as the Mafia, or tried to frame you as one, he made sure they ‘got out.’ In this case, Woo-Ram. Kyung-Jun watched gleefully as he slammed the axe into his skull.

He felt no discomfort at the prospect of brushing hands with death. Sure, Woo-Ram almost killed him; but Kyung-Jun took twisted satisfaction that it was for you.