Dae-seong, who had never been asked a question about his soul in forty years of life, had no answer.
The old Yoon-jae would have trembled. The new Yoon-jae looked up, and for a split second, his eyes weren’t a boy’s eyes. They were the dead, flat eyes of a man who had ordered worse men than Kang Seok to be buried at sea. high school return of a gangster
“I said,” Dae-seong stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper only Seok could hear, “that your father’s secretary, the one with the mole on her neck, she’s been skimming from the Incheon site for three years. I’d worry about that, not my shoelaces.” Dae-seong, who had never been asked a question