THE CONSPIRACY-BANGTAN MAFIA FF ➡️

SEVENTY

Jae Chul finally showed up for the funeral. Han Si Woo welcomed the young man with a smile as if to inform Jae Chul that their plan had been successful. Jae Chul looked at the man with disgust, but he had to hold on until the will was read. A man led him to the main room where the coffin had been placed. After paying his respects to the deceased, Han Si Woo led him into his home office.

"I don't expect you to come today, Hwejangnim. I thought you were already going back to Canada." He said as he motioned the chairman to sit on the couch before taking out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the glass cabinet. Jae Chul was extremely lucky because the old guy did not suspect why he had abruptly gone after the incident.

"I have no reason to go back to Canada. I have a business to handle here, Sajangnim."

"That's good. And we can talk about growing our business together later." He said while pouring liquor into flutes.

"Isn't it too early for us to talk about business on the mourning day of your daughter?"

"Hwejangnim, life must go on."

"Huh! You know what? I still could not believe you have no remorse for her death."

"Didn't I tell you? Once I bite, I never let go. I have no regrets about her." Han Si Woo said shamelessly to Jae Chul as he passed one of the flutes to the younger chairman.

"That made me realize the only difference between us is my ability to choose when to bite. But are you not worried if Kim Sajangnim comes after you for killing his girlfriend?"

"Everything in the underworld is under my control. No one can mess with me, not even that motherfucker," He arrogantly exclaimed as he settled on the couch. "You still have a lot to learn from me, Hwejangnim. Remember that if you want to be number one, don't let anyone put their feet on your head."

Jae Chul just smiled as he listened to the mafia leader. The old man believed he was too naive, but he was as evil as he was. If he could not wipe him out of this world, he could at least make the wicked mafia leader suffer from losing his wealth.

"By the way, I would like you to stay after the cremation. My attorney will open the will tonight."

As he expected, the mafia leader could not wait to know how much profit he would get after Aera's death.

"I can't promise you anything Sajangnim. I have an important meeting to attend this evening. But don't worry, I will send Kang Bujang on my behalf if I can't make it."

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Namjoon was ready for vengeance. His outrage was back in full force. His knuckles turned white from the pressure, and the veins in his throat throbbed. His soul was boosted with gloom—quite the opposite of where the other clan gathered after the funeral. No one could even question, why they weren't mourning. The place was filled with people laughing, drinking, dancing, and having the time of their lives without any sign of respect for the deceased.

Namjoon armed with high-calibered weapons, approached the place unnoticed. Ready, prepared, and certainly with the heart to fight and win. As he walked approached the two men guarding the door, he pulled weapons from his backpack, aiming perfectly at their heads. A deep hole of bullets struck their skulls, and they died on the spot. Hearing loud gunshots at the front, the other clan-loyal team dashed towards the wide open door, but before they could figure out what was going on, Namjoon showered bullets on them with expert precision and with no mercy. As he stepped into the house, his lips curved into a sneer, and he observed every soul he had murdered.