I like the dark room. I like his angry eyes.
The skeletons in his closet give me butterflies.
I didn't try to run and now I'm paying the price,
But what to do, father? This prison feels like paradise.
He treats me so well, he's always so nice!
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A lot of people often ask... "Ok, who the f**k exactly is Chief Han?"
He can't be just a charming dude lounging lazily in Korea's some high-end office, smirking away and barking orders at everyone like he owns the world and not even give an introduction! Enough is enough.
The truth is, this man... with his sickening sense of humour, the appalling barbarity in his blood, the unrivalled notoriety of his ruthless character, has somehow surprisingly charmed a lot of people to stick by and work for him.
While inversely, working with him has made their ballsacks timidly shrivel up their ass having known ONE thing for certain which is....
Chief Han cannot be messed with.
But unlike cliché stories where you expect the main character to be the spoilt brat of "the most powerful man from the most powerful gang", yeah...no, this was not actually the case with Roa.
Roa was not the daughter of the "most powerful man".
This man is a rat hiding in a cat's costume, it's true.
He seems all that on the surface, but beneath it all is a reality that will be exposed to you today.
In the 1900s, as a third-world country, Hansen Charles heard Mexico was a very convenient and affordable place for people with empty pockets.
So when he got his jobless ass kicked out of Germany for unknown reasons, he moved to Mexico with his very empty pocket and a very empty stomach, and the first job 'young Hansen Charles' landed...was of smuggling a strange smelling powder.
That time, Hansen did not know he was talking to a Mexican cartel member from the Juarez Valley.
He did not know what he was selling was drugs!
What he did know, was that the man was rich, and he gave Hansen money to get back home. Cake, yum.
Greedy to make more, Charles proudly declared, "If you got cake, my service you shall take." And made himself available for every illegal cursed business ever since. (Cake is slang for money, not ass)(go away dirty-minded potaethoes!)
But very soon, living in Mexico long enough, Hansen Charles began to slowly understand this place was actually fucked.
