Slacker Mercenary's Trash Boss

VI

Cale calmly sat in his seat and waited for his merry time to end. He should've eaten a bit more if he knew this would happen. Soo Hyuk-Hyung's barbeque tastes so good, especially with kimchi. He should've tried more Korean foods if he knew he would end up like this.

After all, no one will save him.

It is a miracle he survived all of his kidnapping attempts when he was young.

He even remembered the mercenary who had rescued him previously.

"Ah. I should've asked for that fucker's name."

The mercenary, that is.

The old man untied his rope and even gave him some lemon tea. He chuckled because the old man looked like he knew what he really wanted right now.

"You've given up your life quite easily."

"This isn't the first time."

His family would not mind if he died now, after tarnishing the family name for years. He would be living in a different house since middle school and had been alone for years. He rarely ate and slept for the majority of the night. He was sick and had no one to look after him.

That is why he is happy: that jerk went up to him and talked to him like he was an ordinary man.

Kim Rok Soo spoke to him as if he did not care about his origins or family.

He even welcomed him into his home and fed him.

"This lemon tea sure is frightening..." but it is one of the warmest teas he is ever tasted.

There was a brief moment of silence, followed by the sound of gunshots.

***

"You have got a visual."

"I got them on sight; now shut up and let me work!" curses Vermouth. Their client had betrayed them. They not only wanted to silence the son of the richest Conglomerate, but they also wanted to silence them.

"Do you want them dead or alive?" asked the young man who was fighting him head-on. Vermouth noticed him moving quietly and apprehended some of the guards stationed outside.

This cretin was more like a blowtorch, ensuring that one would undoubtedly burn in hell. Vermouth removes his earpiece in rage and lets out a huge sigh in order to concentrate. His father is currently imprisoned, and the redhead is being transported in a black van.

He looked at the blackhead, who seemed to be used to this kind of fighting.

He remembered one mercenary who even the previous Molran leader would not dare to cross.

"Are you possibly, Mercenary Rok?" he inquired.

The boy frowned as he looked at him. He did not respond, and he did not bother himself with him.

Soon after, another bag was dropped to the ground, spilling hundreds of bills from the back. A redhead made an expressionless face toward the person in the van. The money was picked up by the man. He stowed it in the back and tied it down with a rope. He slung the bag to the back, and the man only stared at the person who did this to collect what they wanted. Not only that, but a key is being handed to the man.

Syrem, a well-known hitman in the world, is known for his work with the Black Market organization Secret Organization ARM. It is also a group that destroys and consumes other groups before making a name for itself.

"This is dangerous," Vermouth said. He could not believe it because his father is in danger.

*Click, clack, clank*