PARIS & ROME

11 장𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ǫᴜɪᴠᴇʀ , ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ғᴇʀᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ

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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏'𝒔  𝑷𝑶𝑽

Eujun stood in the dimly lit room, his back to Judge Jo, who sat slumped in a chair, seated on a chair. The stench of sweat and fear hung heavy in the air as Eujun lights a cigarette, inhaling the toxic fumes, his expression impassive.

Judge Jo's eyes flickered with  defiance and anger as he watched Eujun, a silent reminder of the consequences of resistance. His once proud demeanor had crumbled under the weight of Rome's ultimatum, proving him that going against the most powerful syndicate in South Korea, was a terrible idea indeed.

The sound of Eujun's movements echoed through the room, the suffocating ambience was a chilling tableau—a stark contrast between the oppressor and the oppressed, the victor and the vanquished.

Judge Jo eyed Eujun with a sharp gaze, his pride wounded but his spirit unbroken.

Finally, breaking the heavy silence, Eujun spoke, his voice low and devoid of emotion. "You could have avoided this, Judge. But you chose to resist."

Judge Jo's jaw tensed, but he remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"The boss was generous enough..," Eujun continued, his tone steady. "You could've just accepted his invitation, and yet, You chose this instead... "

Judge Jo gritted his teeth, a mixture of anger and despair swirling within him. "Do you think I'll be shaking in fear faced with thugs like you? " he snarled, his voice strained with emotion. "This is illegal detention! Kidnapping! You bastards really have to go this far? What a piece of bullshits you are! "

Eujun turned to face him fully, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Judge, remember, loose tongues tend to get severed first. It's best to choose your words wisely in situations like these."Eunjun warns Judge Jo, voice laced with undoubted threat. " We're not the ones who put you in this position, Judge. You did . We played nice,and yet you insulted the boss...You're lucky, that the boss does not want you harmed, for who knows, I could've cut your tongue and fed it to our dogs . " an eerie grin curved up Eunjun's lips, as he made eye contact with the judge.

Judge Jo's gaze hardened, a flicker of defiance igniting within him. "Fuck you," he barked, his voice laced with bitterness. "Don't think for a second that I'll ever forgive you for this."

Eujun's expression remained unchanged as he approached Judge Jo, a silent promise of the darkness yet to come. "Forgiveness was never part of the deal, Judge. But your survival is."

A subtle tension permeated the room, each person acutely aware of the impending arrival of the Dragon Head. The air crackled with anticipation, every movement charged with a sense of urgency.

Suddenly, a henchman leaned in close to Eujun, his voice barely a whisper in the heavy silence. "Boss is on his way," he murmured, his words laden with a mix of deference and apprehension.

Eujun's gaze flickered imperceptibly as he absorbed the news, his demeanor unwavering as he nodded in acknowledgment. The announcement of their Boss's  imminent arrival set off a flurry of activity, the room buzzing with heightened anticipation.

With a silent command, Eujun signaled to the others, their movements swift and synchronized as they prepared for the arrival. Each person braced themselves for the storm that was about to descend upon them,