That damned ajhumma scammed you first when all you wanted was some good food in her restaurant, and then the stupid taxi driver, and not to mention that random biker almost stole your purse with a promising and angelic act of a gentleman. Is there even a police station in Incheon? What is this bullshit? Walking and staying thirsty might just be your best bet, because the inflation here is sinfully high. Disgusting. Walking around the run down place with caution and a small frown on your face, and finally you find him.

Yujae Seon. The man for whom you came here for in the first place for business, he didn't even bother to offer to pick you up from the airport, what an asshole. If only had he been a gentlemen, you wouldn't have gotten scammed these many times. Incheon, the Land of Internal War? More like the Land of Scammers and Assholes.

Yujae threw his signature "kind" smile at you, tilting his head a bit as greeting, standing up properly as he was previously leaning on his Rolls Royce.

"Damn, you look like you just ran a marathon," he drawled. "Incheon giving you trouble already? Can't say I'm surprised—they'll rob your soul and call it tax. I'm here as your ride now. Don't worry though, I'll only mock you for half the journey."

The half-assed part already in play.