Looking up, his eyes widened, and his mouth gaped. "What are you doing here?!"
Before him was Song Jiwon, Mr. Song's granddaughter. She was wearing a brown dress, and her hair was styled in a ponytail. Seung gasped in disbelief.
He stuttered again, "How did you get here? What brings you here?"
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Meanwhile, in another part of the world, in the backyard of a dilapidated building filled with rotting food and trash, Kang Jinhu was with four other guys. The stench of decay filled the air.
Jinhu squatted on the ground, quickly unzipping his bag and rummaging through it. His hands trembled, while the four guys standing around him smirked with a sense of superiority.
"What the f*ck are you still looking for?" one of the guys, who had a scar running from his forehead to his chin, yelled. "Just bring the money out, you loser!"
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