The 30-Minute Ultimatum
The expensive brown liquor slid smoothly down his throat, and as the women entered the room, the atmosphere ignited.
The premium cognac went down easy.
The fruit appetizers were top-shelf too.
He'd never laid eyes on A-grade women as stacked as these—long legs, big tits, the works. Of course, the hottest one had been claimed by the section chief.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Park Myeong-seop grabbed a bottle of cognac and stepped out into the hall. He frowned at the caller ID.
Why's the PI boss calling? I settled up clean. No way he's trying to shake me down. That'd be a real joke.
"You little shit, didn't I tell you not to call me for a while?"
The voice was utterly unfamiliar.
Yeon Un-jae? The booze fog cleared his head for a split second. A name that rang a bell, but from where?
The moment he grasped its weight, the alcohol burned off completely.
This was unmistakably the voice of the Yeon Family patriarch.
Should he hang up or talk? Both were bad options. He needed to gauge how much the man knew first.
"The patriarch himself calling me? To what do I owe the honor."
Park Myeong-seop startled and scanned the surroundings.
Far down the luxurious hallway—marble floors, walls, and ceiling gleaming—a lone waiter stood.
"Y-you can speak to me, sir."
His mind snapped alert. Yeon Un-jae knew everything.
The line went dead.
Park Myeong-seop thought coldly.
The Yeon Family grabbing No Ju-yong changes nothing. The guy's a mercenary for cash. I need to tip off the media that the Yeons are paying him to attack the Association. Even Yeon Un-jae can't fight that.
He went to power off the phone completely—then it rang again.
This time, Choi Min-su. Park Myeong-seop hesitated, then decided to hear him out.
"Park Myeong-seop speaking."
Hearing that voice, Park Myeong-seop felt the floor drop out from under him.
It's Jang Man-ho!
Darkness closed in.
No Ju-yong could be contained somehow, but if this recording went public... he was done for. The section chief would sacrifice one deputy to bury it.
No—even the chief's head would roll. The director wouldn't sit idle.
Choi Min-su.
The call ended.