"I'm warning you, Yohan. Don't let that man's easygoing attitude fool you. He's dangerous—very dangerous. I've never once seen him struggle in a fight," Gunjoo said with a weary sigh.
"What exactly does he do in your organization?"
"Officially, he runs a club. Unofficially, he launders most of our money through it." Gunjoo paused, frowning. "Why the hell am I even telling you this?"
"Relax," Yohan replied casually. "What do you think I'm going to do with the information?"
"I don't know. Why don't you start by telling me what you two talked about?"
"Something way above your pay grade," Yohan said with a grin, amused by how arrogant that sounded.
"Cut the crap. How did you make that guy side with you over the boss? When you escaped from the warehouse, I told Mason you didn't get out on your own—that someone broke you out. Alfredo knew I was lying, but he kept his mouth shut."
Gunjoo narrowed his eyes.
