Hyunjin

The air is heavy with cigar smoke and the despair of the loser.

-You lost.

The words hung in the air like a death sentence, escaping from the lips of Hwang Hyunjin, the master of this kingdom of gambling. He looked at Father Felix, whose eyes gleamed with doom.

—Can you remind me what your bet was?

Hyunjin drawled with a mocking grin, knowing the answer perfectly well. He savored the moment, the power that victory brought. Silence, oppressive and oppressive, hung over the table. Hyunjin casually sat on the edge, his fingers lifting the elder Lee's chin, forcing him to look into his predatory eyes.

-That's right, your son...

Hwang purred, enjoying the words he had spoken.

—I'll pick him up at 6. Tell him to be ready by then.