The Grey Storm

11

The Fatal Mercy
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A black SUV Porsche pulled up to the downtown side of Seoul, at a local restaurant. Won Ji-Ho got out with two guards, all wearing black suits. Greeting the local restaurant owner with a nod who smiled sweetly wrinkly at Won who headed inside as he walked to the private booths by the kitchen. A guard stood outside the private booth door, looking down at Won who showed a tattoo of the Rosemary band with a grey feathers scatterer all over his forearm. It was called the: Grey Phoenix's feather, meaning if a person had it, they were part of the inner Grey feather circle. Loyal to the underground boogyman, the Grey Phoenix, that scares all gangs and mafias into a straight line.
The guard opened the door unfazed, letting them inside.

Three old men halted their conversation to look at Won and the two guards with him. "Bonjour Messieurs." Won greeted, the old Yazuka Don, the Korean Godfather of Crime and the Drug King of the Asian sector. Showing his tattoo made all three old men freeze in their seats, "So the Warden of the Underworld has returned to South Korea?" the Yazuka Don said killing his cigar, pressing his knuckles under his chin.

"Just for a pop in, but it seems like work has been piling up for Big Boss." shaking his head as he sat down at the dealing table, getting comfortable in the unwelcomed area. "So what can we do for you, on behalf of the Grey Phoenix?" Ryokan folded his arms facing Won who lean back in his chair, "You know how the Warden loves the business to be smoothly sailing?" he said grinning, "But lately, seems like the King killers are overlapping their territories." the old men hummed in sync, agreeing with the unprofessional manner the Seoul mobsters flow with. "Sad to say my cousin is letting his nephews take over and thinking they run the underworld, I'll talk to him—"

"It is not an issue for you, the Warden will visit everyone soon then we'll have a nice get-together." watching his wrist watch ticking, as Kon and Yeong were visibly shocked. "The Grey Phoenix is visiting personally?" Kon asked sounding surprised. "But we don't want Big boss to take time from work, it will only pile more work up—"

"What Mister Park was saying, we wouldn't want Big boss to be distracted from work." Yeong placed a heel on Kon's foot giving him a side glare before smiling sweetly, Won shrugged his shoulders and sigh. "Yes, Big boss said it was time to show face. I mean a dragon tracked the Grey Phoenix when Big boss was in Incheon airport." dropping the biggest news onto the three leaders, placing a hand under his chin watching each expression on how they react to the news.

"Who?" Yeong asked worriedly it's been long since he knows where all his cousin's nephews' whereabouts, trying to figure out who to cover up for. The room became dense, the air thickened in silence as Won shrugged his shoulders boredly. "Did he get a look of the Big boss?" causing more curiosity around and unstable eye glares at each other. "Ah, yes!" pretending to remember, taking Yeong's chip and tossing it in the air. "And tailed the Big Boss for a week, Big boss wasn't happy about it." snapping his fingers as the guard took a big black bag from the bouncer and closed the door behind him, it was a body bag.

Unzipping it as Yeong paled, the guards pulled out a beaten guy who was laying stiff as Won clicked his tongue shaking his head. Pretending to be empathic, "Pauvre petit dragon,"

"Dragon of the West South?" said
Ryokan shocked at the bloody figure laying on the table, the guard lifted up the left foot showing the spikes of a stonefish. "Fatal mercy. . ." Kon muttered as if it was a ghost story that came true, "Oui," Won replied watching the old men paling in fear, especially the one related to the King Killers Dragon gang. Yeong looked afraid but hurt and mostly calm than the other two started talking about rumour myths about it, "Seems like Dragons got a Death wish by playing marbles with them."