Lee Minho

The sound of pistol bullets shattered the silence and the fragile calm. Jisung clutched the sniper pistol tightly in his hands, aiming precisely at the target. The manager's voice rang out from behind him.

"Jisung, your boss is waiting for you," the man said in a low voice, interrupting Han from his work.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. The door opened, and Jisung found himself in the boss's office, where Minho was already sitting. At the sight of him, Han felt a sharp wave of irritation, realizing what was about to happen.

"Han Jisung. I've heard about your difficult relationship with Minho, and you know..." he paused. "I'm not happy with it. That's why I've decided you'll be working with him. Teamwork is also important in our line of work, and you should learn how to do that."

Han turned his frowning gaze to Minho, meeting his cold, piercing gaze. Minho was clearly not happy with the situation either, but he didn't object. Jisung disliked him for his excessive aloofness. In his opinion, Minho always looked down on him and treated him with prejudice, as if he thought himself superior. It had long been known that the difference wasn't just in their age and physical strength. Lee had indeed surpassed Han in these areas, but Han himself wasn't prepared to accept it, and the hostility continued for a very long time.