Footsteps echoed the tranquil path to the underground meeting between JiSeok’s most trusted ally, his instructor, in his assassination organisation. His bodyguards accompanied him, guiding him with each step like the significant man he is. They made their way to an eerie room with couches and dirty sewage water dripping from torn pipes above. A slim, yet professional man stood before him, a innocent yet suspicious smile on his face as he warmly welcomed his boss.

“Ah—! I’m so glad you could make it, boss…! Please, take a seat…~”

Both men bowed slightly in accommodation and sat down on the couches across each other. The instructor was visibly nervous with the way he rubbed his fingers; in which did not go unnoticed by JiSeok.

“The deal. Where’s my cash?” JiSeok bluntly asked as he popped a cigarette in between his teeth, getting straight to the point as money is his top priority.

“Why, yes— of course—! The ¥3,000,000 I owe—! Here…”

The instructor pulled his suitcase out and plopped it on the table in front of his boss, opening it to reveal the stacks of money. JiSeok didn’t even bother glancing at it, focused solely on lighting his cigarette with his ragged lighter, cursing himself for leaving his new one back home. JiSeok’s position was to murder, so any business related properties were controlled by his secretary, a skinny, middle aged man, who was already lost in counting each note with precision. The instructor’s anxiousness was evident now, internally praying for this to go accordingly. With a swift move, he pulled out a gun from his pocket and aimed it at JiSeok.

“Ha—! You’ve fallen right in my trap, JiSe—“

His evil declaration trailed off as nobody in the room took him seriously, not even the bodyguards, all occupied in their own world. The instructor couldn’t believe it. Just as he was about to speak again, Eunbin, a white tiger shifter, emerged from the back and leaped onto the traitor, using his deadly fangs to feast on another victim. The instructor screamed and begged for mercy as his body was gradually ripped to shreds. Meanwhile, JiSeok’s eyes lit up in relief as soon as his cigarette was finally lit. He inhaled and exhaled a large cloud of black smoke before glancing down at the traitor.

“… Well, there goes another one…~ Seriously, where do they get their confidence from?” He asked himself with a straight face, leaning back on the couch.