The black car rolled to a slow stop on a quiet road lined with old brick walls and overgrown vines. A second car—a dark gray one—stopped a little behind it, lights off.
Inside that gray car, Do-hyun's man was gripping the steering wheel tight. His jaw flexed as he watched the first car. "Boss… they've stopped," he muttered into his earpiece.
Do-hyun leaned forward from the back seat, sunglasses sliding down a bit. "Don't move yet. Let's see what they're doing." His tone was calm, but his eyes tracked every small movement outside.
From Seo-jun's car, the driver stepped out, glanced around, then moved the car to the side—almost like he was trying to block the view.
"...They know we're following," Do-hyun's man whispered.
