The tires screeched violently against the asphalt as Jun-ho tore through the night traffic, blood in his eyes. The leather steering wheel creaked under the force of his grip.
"How did he have the audacity? He was safe! But he decided to run and kill my men?"
When the car braked harshly in the narrow, pothole-riddled street, the high beams tore through the darkness, illuminating the building's rotting facade.
The plaster on the walls was crumbling to pieces. The electrical wiring formed a dangerous nest exposed to the fine rain that was beginning to fall. The place reeked of piled-up garbage, dampness, and failure.
Jun-ho turned off the engine but didn't step out immediately. He narrowed his dark eyes, staring at the decaying structure through the windshield.
