The phone rang, and Jung answered it.
His aunt, Vivian, had put him on phone duty as if he were some lowly intern.
But his expression shifted drastically.
— We have a problem — he announced, pulling the phone away and staring at the secretary.
He immediately headed toward the meeting room.
— What happened? — Alaf asked, descending the stairs slowly.
— The Promise Club. Five faction leaders from the Association just arrived. Unannounced. They're demanding Jun-ho's presence.
Alaf frowned. An unscheduled meeting with five leaders at once wasn't a social visit. It was a mutiny in the making.
— Who are they?
— Three minor allies. Madame Rose... — Jung said, naming only those he recognized. — And Alexandre, from K5.
The air in the room turned ice-cold. K5 wasn't just a faction; it was a slaughterhouse. And Alexandre was the most sadistic man the Association tolerated, solely because he controlled the flow of heavy weaponry from Eastern Europe.
