Consumed by anger and driven by a desire for retribution, Rome embarks on a perilous journey to dismantle the very empire he was destined to lead. Amidst the chaos, he crosses paths with Paris Jeon, a charismatic 'florist' harboring a clandestine ag...
I walked out of the silent columbarium, my steps heavy. Cross and Eun Jun followed behind me, the weight of silence between us filled with the unspoken guilt and burden I carried alone.
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As we exited the threshold, Eun Jun broke the silence.
"Sir..." he began tentatively.
I didn't respond immediately, but it was clear he had my attention.
"Judge Jo has turned down your offer for a meeting," he reported.
"Is that so?" I asked coldly.
"Yes. Well, our men tried to be very generous with him, yet he still managed to mock you, sir," Eun Jun continued. "He sternly told my men to deliver you his words." Eun Jun pulled out his phone, scrolling through his apps before handing it to me.
The Judge's defiant voice echoed through the small speaker. I listened in silence, my expression unreadable.
"what should we do now?" Cross asked, breaking the tension that had settled around us. " That old son of a bitch, He dares to mock you, fucking piece of shit. " Cross grumbled in irritance.
I stood still for a moment, processing the blatant disrespect. Judge Jo's words had not only mocked my authority but also questioned my power. It was a challenge that couldn't go unanswered.
"Rot in hell, he say?" I scoffed, my voice cold and measured. "He thinks he's untouchable? well.. This is fun... "
Eun Jun and Cross exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of my words.
"I want Judge Jo to understand the consequences of his arrogance," I continued. "Arrange a meeting with our contacts. We need to make an impression on him, let's see how far he can go..." I ordered, giving back Eunjun his phone without even sparing him a glance.
