The heart Killers ( English translation)

*CHAPTER 10*

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After a hectic weekend, Fadel and Bison finally closed their shop and took a break. Bison woke up late and, upon getting out of bed, discovered that Fadel was no longer at home. Fadel wasn't the kind of older brother who would thoughtfully leave a note explaining his whereabouts.

Moreover, Bison himself wasn't the type to care or worry about where his brother went. No one needed to worry about Fadel getting hurt. The real concern was whether Fadel might accidentally hurt someone else.

In summary, Bison had no idea where Fadel went, nor did he care. He ate a simple breakfast, like a sandwich, by himself. Once finished, he left the house. His destination was Kant’s tattoo shop. Although he had driven past it many times, this was the first time he had decided to explore it intentionally.

Yesterday, he had run into Kant at a burger joint. Unfortunately, they didn’t get to talk much. The mystery of how he ended up drunk despite being a heavy drinker still puzzled him. Additionally, there was still no concrete evidence to confirm the rumor that Kant might be an informant for the police.

His personality was the complete opposite of Fadel's, and this stark contrast influenced how the two of them lived their lives. For example, Fadel was always cautious and never…

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It’s safer to stay away from danger if the risk seems too high. Better to prevent than to fix.

But for him, if he didn’t know the truth, he wouldn’t rest in peace. If he wanted to know, he had to find out, even if it meant risking his life.

That’s why he had to confront Kant in person to confirm his suspicions. When he arrived, it was a little past nine in the morning. The front door of the tattoo parlor wasn’t closed. Bison stepped into the empty shop on the ground floor. Music played to set the atmosphere, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee indicated the owner was awake.

His eyes scanned the surroundings carefully while his ears caught the sound of movement from a living being. Bison folded his arms across his chest as he heard footsteps descending the stairs.

At first, Kant didn’t notice Bison. He walked down to the ground floor and was about to head straight to the kitchen at the back when a cough from someone stopped him in his tracks. He immediately turned toward the sound. “Ahem.”

“You…”

Kant wasn’t startled. Instead, confusion took over his handsome face. He looked at Bison, who was already smirking at him, and Bison initiated the conversation with a line that answered how he got there.

“I’m here for a tattoo. Do you have a slot for me?”

“Do you know, I was just wondering how I’d run into you today since the burger place is closed. Did you miss me or something? Is that why you came all the way here?”

Kant had told Bison where his tattoo shop was and had pointed it out before.

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On the first day they met, Kant didn’t know yet that Bison was an assassin. If he had known earlier, he certainly wouldn’t have shared his address so easily.

“Well… I missed you.”

Bison spoke slowly but clearly, emphasizing his longing in a way that sounded strange. The mischievous cat started exploring Kant’s house, his eyes landing on a family photo displayed on a shelf.

“Is this your family?”

“Yes, but my parents passed away a long time ago. It’s just me and my younger brother now.”