𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 ( Chase Series #1 )

Prologue

"Is it me who can't catch what you're blabbering? Or is it just.." He leans forward slightly. "—this piece hasn't been used yet?" He fist-bumped over the man's forehead.

"Sir, I'm sure that I've send the remaining debt! I did clear up! Really! Really, Sir. Please believe me." The man plead with no pride. He knew his life would cut off short, so he needed to drop his man-pride.

Moon stood up. Walking pass by the pleading man. The man flinched, thinking that was it. His time came. His horrified eyes move to the direction of Moon. He prayed, whispering his pray, asking for forgiveness from God.

Moon neglected the cries and leaned over a desk across from the man, crossing his ankles only. He pulled out a tiny flat box. In other words, a case. A fancy one. His thumb rubbed over the LS logo. Calligraphed and italic font. Opening the case, he took out a cigarette, placing it between his lips.

While a guy handed him a lighter. He flicked open the zippo lighter, locating near the cigarette. Flaming the cigarette, he took a puff.

Blowing out the smoke, Moon lazily gazed down at the man. "What do you suggest?" He shoved the lighter in his front pocket. "Worth for fifth chance?"

The man didn't speak. Bowing his head down, silently crying.

"Oyy." Moon called out. "What have I said on the fourth chance?"

The kneeled man kept quiet.

"Mr. Devnol..? Are you asleep?"

Devnol furiously shook by the shuddering tone of Moon's voice. He replied in little hurry. "Fourth chance will be last chance."

He clicked his tongue, raving up more than before. "Fourth chance flops, so does your life." He sucked the cigarette for another puff. "Send sixty thousand to his family." He blurted, pushing his weight up from the desk.

"Yes, Sir." His assistant replied who was standing beside Moon.

"Hm. And bury him nine feet deep. Half dead, half alive" His assistant's lips trembled from his order, showing his fluster on his eyes, forgotten to agree his order. Moon glared at him, looking for him acknowledging.

"Ye-Yes, Sir. It will be considered."

"Concluded." Moon fixed his wording.

As much he hated to follow Moon's orders, still he had to listen to his brother. Since, he is the one who is running their world business.

"Concluded." He mended it with his brother.

Moon patted his younger brother's shoulder once. Finally, they heard Devnol's cries behind them.

"Sir! Sir! What're you doing?! Let go! Sir, please! This time! Just this time!" The guards put a green sag bag over his head, tying it on his neck. "Mr. Han! Forgive me! Please listen to me!" Before he pleaded further, they tied his hands behind, extorted him out of the place.

Moon's brother bowed slightly and exited too.