the artist | haobin

Chapter Twelve

    Gyuvin, observing the somber atmosphere and the weight of the decisions being discussed, took a deep breath before speaking.

"I've been monitoring Mr. Han's activities for a while now, and I believe I've found a weakness in his operations," he explained, "There's a hidden network of informants within his organization who have grown dissatisfied with his methods. They might be our key to gathering crucial information and gaining an upper hand."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "If we can build trust with these informants, we can acquire valuable intel that will help us expose his illicit activities." 

Zhanghao's sassy nature took center stage once again as he leaned forward, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. With a playful smirk on his lips, he retorted, "And how are we supposed to get them to trust us, big brain?"

His question hung in the air for a moment, adding a touch of levity to the serious discussion. Gyuvin couldn't help but chuckle at his remark, appreciating his spirit and willingness to question the plan.

Ricky's mischievous smirk widened as he added his own touch of humor to the conversation. "Well, we'll seduce them, silly," he chimed in, his tone laced with a hint of mischief.

Zhanghao couldn't help but burst into laughter. Hanbin, though trying to maintain a serious expression, couldn't help but crack a smile, unable to resist it.

The blonde, noticing the laughter and lightheartedness that had filled the room, chimed in once more, his tone shifting to a more serious note. 

"I'm serious though," he emphasized. "They are total dickheads, and sometimes unconventional methods are the only way to get through to them. Also, when I said we, I really meant Hanbin. They know our faces so it won't work with us."

His smile faded slightly as he understood the implications of their situation. Their safety entirely relied on him. But he, being relatively unknown to their adversaries, held a unique advantage.

Breaking the serious tone, the main character of the operation chimed in, "I can't seduce for shit though."

Zhanghao's eyebrow arched in playful skepticism, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh, really?" he retorted, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "I wouldn't be so sure about that, Hanbin. You never know what hidden talents you might possess."

Ricky, seizing the moment, interjected with a confident smile. "I know exactly where we can find them," he declared. "But now, we need to focus on perfecting our plan."

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The four of them sat in the luxurious interior of an expensive car, the engine humming softly in the background. It was a rare moment of respite amidst the chaos that awaited them. Yujin, who couldn't leave home for now, was waiting patiently under Jiwoong's protection. 

As the city lights flickered past, illuminating their determined expressions, they discussed their scheme once again, revising every detail before diving headfirst into their risky endeavor.

Ricky, seated in the driver's seat, glanced at each of his companions through the rearview mirror. "Alright, everyone," he began. "Let's go over the plan one last time before we jump right into it."

Zhanghao, leaning back in his seat, pulled out a small notepad and pen, ready to jot down any necessary adjustments. "Remember our code names?"

"Of course," Hanbin replied, a small smile playing on his lips. "But why am I called mother?"