Bogum's body turned to ice as Young-jae's words dripped with malice. The mention of Hobi's name was like a sledgehammer to his chest, leaving him breathless and paralyzed. Visions of Hobi's battered and bloodied body from their past trauma flooded his mind, and his eyes froze, unblinking. His skin was drenched in cold sweat, and his heart struggled to beat. The mere sound of Hobi's name on Young-jae's lips sent Bogum's entire being into a state of panic.
Young-jae's smirk was audible, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I'm so foolish. How would you know where he is?" He paused, his tone shifting to a chilling, childlike innocence. "But I do know,
he just left the office, driving somewhere... his car is speeding at 120-140 kph, and the best part? He's all alone." Bogum's cry was a mixture of terror and despair, his voice cracking with emotion. "How do you know all this?"
Young-jae ignored the question, his voice taking on a dramatic, ominous tone. "Sweetheart, life is unpredictable. One minute you're here, the next you're gone... even driving on the road is a gamble, who knows when a truck might come crashing into you?" His maniacal laughter cut through Bogum like a knife, leaving him shattered.
Bogum, consumed by fear, pleaded through his tears, "What have you done to my Hobi?" Young-jae's response was casual, his voice laced with cruelty. "Me? Nothing. I just hired a truck driver to send his car flying." He laughed again, the sound sending chills down Bogum's spine. "Why don't you call him? Might be your last chance to talk." With that, he hung up, his laughter echoing in Bogum's ears, leaving him with a sense of dread and desperation.
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