Kill me and I'll kill you - Minsung

Chapter 3

At the entry of the mansion, hundreds of guards were there, guns in their hands.

"They're going to me threatening, stay concentrated and act as a strong leader" Chan whispered at him, walking forward.

Jeongin and Chan walked with him, the two at his side, until they arrived in front of the guards.

Without hesitation, they pointed a gun at his neck, while Chan and Jeongin anticipated the worse.

Jisung stayed still, eyes not even blinking as he stared back at the guard.

"Decline your identity" They said.

"Han, from 'Roses'" Jisung said, firmly.

Chan has never been more proud of him.

"Alright" They responded, putting the gun away "Welcome" 

Just like that, they entered, most of the guards still eye siding them until they were out of sight.

As they walked in the corridors, Jisung jumped happily.

"I was so cool, wasn't I ?" He giggled "I did a low voice and all, wasn't it so cool ?!" 

Chan elbowed him on the side.

"Keep a serious act, fucking idiot" Jeongin nagged

Jisung pouted, before putting on another serious expression.

And as they walked away, other gang leaders around them looked at hom with a confused look.

"This is going to be long" Chan muttered, sighing.

Arriving at the large table, Jisung gasped.

"It's huge" He said, eyes widened.

The room was big, with an enormous table at the middle, with at least 50 chairs surrounding it.

A guard lead them at the table, their chairs already decided.

He sat down, frowning a bit because it was uncomfortable, but leaning back and crossing his legs anyway. He looked on the table, noticing the luxurious food placed.

He smiled widely, approaching to take the fork.

Chan slapped his hand right away.

He frowned as he looked at the older, wanting to eat.

"We never know" Chan nagged

Jisung sighed.

He grabbed the gun he had on his belt as it felt uncomfortable since he sat down, and put it on his lap.

He started looking around, bored and trying to analyze the place.

Some leaders seemed to be talking, some were even laughing loudly with others.

Others seemed to be insulting others, glaring down and grabbing their weapons tightly.

One started yelling because he didn't like where he was placed, and Jisung found that silly.

"You, kid" A guy called him, and he looked at him.

He was old, and scarred. Pretty ugly if you ask him.

"Who are you ?" The guy asked.

Jisung wondered what to answer. But somehow, 'Your mom' didn't seem fitting. He decided to not say anything, turning back to the table. He was scared of getting nagged by Chan once again.

The guy ended up leaving, grumbling insults to himself as he did.

"When are we starting ?" Jisung asked, already bored to the core "And what are we even starting ?"