Ethan sat gracefully at the restaurant as he ignored the scornful gazes of multiple people In the restaurant. He stared at the menu with a weird face.
He raised his head and looked at the waiter who waited in front of him, sweat on head. "I'll have a cup of coffee for now" Ethan nodded slowly having list his appetite. "Ok sir" the waiter received the menu and disappeared. A while later, he came with a brimming hot cup of coffee. "Thank you" Ethan smiled as he raised the cup and sipped it a little. The waiter nodded and disappeared out of sight. ‘I need to leave this country for another country, things are getting rough here, I can't linger anymore’ Ethan thought as he sipped his tea. He sighed. ‘I sure will kill Antonio if I had the chance’ Ethan cursed inwardly. “Mr Ethan” a voice jerked him out of his thoughts. Ethan looked up, he saw a familiar face, a face he knew he had seen before somewhere but he didn't remember. The man sat opposite him. The pressure of his build no where near affecting Ethan. “I remember you” Ethan sipped his tea. The man smiled. “I took care of your kidnapper well. I'm commander Jojo, a former soldier in the Japanese military” the man extended a hand. Ethan hesitated as he stared at the hand hung in the air. “Considering you've saved some that matters to me once, I guess it's worth it” Ethan smiled and accepted the handshake. “So cut straight to the chase, why are you here?” Ethan asked as he relaxed on his chair. The commander smiled. “You sure are just like the Mafias, always straightforward” the man smiled as he rolled his eyes mechanically. He continued. “Considering your situation, it should only be a matter of time before you're out of Korea. I have a way to kill the matter for a period of time, in that period of time, we'll have to bring down your pursuer. I mean, you're working on a case now ain't you?” The commander explained. Ethan smiled. “I see you've done your research” “Why are you helping me?” Ethan asked. “Common enemies” the commander looked grieved. “I see” Ethan made a teeth sound and sipped his tea. “It's cold. Would you like some tea?” Ethan offered. The commander nodded and smiled. Ethan nodded and turned to the waiter. “Get us another two cups, it's Chinese this time” Ethan ordered and turned back to the commander. “So what's your plan?” Ethan asked. “Very simple, offer to be their saviour” the commander grinned and smiled at the tea that just arrived. Ethan smiled. “And what do you mean?” Ethan asked curiously. The commander Chuckled and sipped his tea. “Although not too obvious, there's been massive terrorism in the country lately and it's threatening the lives of civilians. Announce that if you can't uncover this in two months, they should do whatever they can to get you out of the country” Jojo sipped his tea with efficiency. Ethan's smile widened as he stared at the figure in front of me. “You wanna come along with me?” Ethan asked. “No, I think I'll just enjoy the tea” the commander refused sincerely. “Okay” Ethan smiled, gulped down the rest of the tea, grabbed his suitcase and efficiently made his way out of the restaurant. **** Thankfully, Ethan was so popular, he didn't really have to start calling a group of reporters to get attention. “I want to be in the media” Ethan raised his voice a little on getting some miles away from the restaurant in the direction of the Motel. People soon flooded Ethan with numerous devices to capture what he had to say. “This is to the Korean government or more specifically, the government is Seoul” Ethan paused as he flickered his lighter rhythmically. “According to my acquaintance, Antonio Reyes, all the way from the Philippines, I truly am a Mafia Lord, and a lot of people have met a worse fate at my hands. However, as regards my recent repentance, I want to make an offer to Korea” Ethan twitched his lips a little. “Although not all that obvious, terrorism has risen above the tolerance of the Seoul government right now. There has been multiple abductances, missing equipments at the military base and many more that are more dangerous than you can imagine” Ethan smiled. “Two months” Ethan raised two fingers. “I only need two months, let me stay for two months, and I'll uncover the culprit behind all this” Ethan smiled and left their presence. They kept bugging him with questions but he soon shrugged them off with the grand entrance of his ride. ***** Ethan pulled his ride into the Motel’s garage and alighted it. “Nice stunt you pulled there” a voice sounded from behind him. Ethan sighed. “Was there any other choice?” Ethan asked. “Yeah, leave Korea” Sun-deok smiled. “You know I can't” Ethan rested in his car. “Or you won't?, because there's something important you want to protect here?” Sun-deok rolled her eyes. Her cheeks, as red as a cherry. “Maybe” Ethan forced a smile. “I think you'll be fine,” Sun-deok assured and hugged him. Together, they made at the hotel. ******” A figure made his way into the hockey field, his steps echoing like the sound from the impact of the connection of hammer with metal. “Antonio, You seem to be quite confident” the figure set his ball, ready to strike. “You can't possibly destroy someone as influential as me,” Antonio replied. “I've killed someone with ten times the status of your father and no one made a sound” the figure replied and launched his ball. Antonio snorted. “Fine, I have an offer for you” Antonio said. “I'm all ears” the man replied, setting another ball. “What if I have a way to get you the necessary amount of military equipment needed for whatever you're planning?” Antonio grinned. The figure slid around on the field and slowly made its way towards Antonio. Sweat trickled. “And what do you want in return?” The figure asked. “Just take the life of my brother,” Antonio smiled. “Deals done” the figure went about his work as Antonio made his way out of the Field with a grin.In the dim glow of dusk, a sleek black Lamborghini purred to a stop in front of a grand estate. The driver stepped out first, briskly opening the door for his passenger—a young man with a commanding pressure. Dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, white shirt, polished shoes, and dark sunglasses, the man exuded an air of authority. He took a moment to study the mansion before striding toward the gate. Not far away, a small Camry idled, its occupants sitting in tense silence. They seemed to be watching—and waiting. --- Inside the mansion, the young man sat at the dining table opposite an elderly figure. His demeanor was icy, his presence almost suffocating. “Where’s my money?” he asked, his voice cold and cutting. The old man leaned back, his eyes narrowing. “I told you not to kill him. Yet, you did. How do you expect me to pay you after that?” A faint smile tugged at the youth’s lips. It was neither warm nor friendly. “I’ll ask you again—where is my money?” This time, his
Ethan's face was emotionless as he dragged his luggage through the sprawling embassy, trying to find the exit. Too big. Just too big! he thought, his eyes scanning the endless hallways. He couldn't help but feel unimpressed. For all its size, the embassy seemed painfully ordinary to him. As he wrestled with his growing frustration, something—or someone—caught his attention. From the corner of his eye, he saw a woman. No, an angel, he thought bitterly, as everything seemed to slow down. But before he could process the moment, she was suddenly closer, much closer. "Hello!" she called out, breaking the spell. "Oh, uh… yeah. Hi," Ethan muttered, managing a faint, almost mechanical smile. "You were so lost; that's the fifth time I've seen you circle the same spot," she said with a warm grin, her voice lilting. Her cheerfulness gave Ethan the chance to take in her appearance more carefully. She was slim, poised, and controlled, with a bright energy that seemed effortless. Yet, to him,
‘Thump!!’ ‘screech!’ ‘get him, he's getting away!’ ‘What's with the noise?’ Ethan thought his eyes fully awake as if he had never slept before. He sighed and got out of bed spontaneously. He opened the door. “ Disturbing people in the middle of the night , that's a really nice thing to do, you know,” Ethan said without the slightest tinge of emotion as he retrieved a lighter from his pocket and did the job of continuous on and off. At the end of the corridor that led to the staircase, he could clearly see three thugs with nothing more than baseball sticks and maybe knives, apprehending Kim, the Motel owner. It was all weird, he didn't know why they'd chosen this late at night. “ I bet you'd like to mind your own business visitor, I bet you'd like to “ one of the thugs smiled as he got near Reyes. “ Well not if you're disturbing my sleep “ Ethan replied, the degree Celsius of his icy tone decreasing as much as ever. “ Very well then “ the thug nodded and charged at him
After purchasing everything on his list, Ethan returned to the motel and carefully unpacked his belongings. Once he was done, the realization hit him—he was jobless. Sitting idle all day wasn't an option. Determined to find purpose, he decided to visit the courthouse, where Sun-deok was handling an appeal. Without hesitation, he left.---Outside the Courthouse"Hey, look! A Lamborghini!" a girl exclaimed, pointing at the sleek car zooming into the court's parking lot."It's so cool! I'd love to be the owner's girlfriend," another girl said dreamily."Cut the crap. What if it's a woman driving? Would you rather be her boyfriend?" a boy scoffed, silencing her. Meanwhile, a crowd gathered, snapping pictures with their phones."Che," Ethan snorted coldly as the Lamborghini's doors swung open. He stepped out, taking a moment to glance around. The air carried a calm serenity, but he paid little attention to the murmurs of admiration. Draping his suit over his arm, he strode into the courth
The next couple of days were uneventful for Ethan. He stuck to a routine: jogging early in the morning, stopping by a popular coffee shop in Seoul, heading to the gym, and returning home to write—on the days Sun-deok wasn’t caught up with a case. When she was free, they often spent time together, and much to his surprise, she was getting under his skin. He wasn’t as cold as before, and thanks to her, he was learning to communicate better. They visited various places together, often mistaken for a couple. He found himself drawn to her, tethered in ways he hadn’t anticipated.But the calm didn’t last.Sun-deok had stumbled upon a major case involving the theft of a large cache of weapons from a military base in Seoul. That morning, Mr. Kim had called Ethan, pleading with him to convince her to drop the case. But Sun-deok wouldn’t listen—not to Ethan, nor to her friends.Now, Ethan sat at his usual spot in the café, sipping tea slowly as he stared into space, lost in thought.“How do you
The place all seemed old and abandoned. Ethan was extremely cautious as he made his way into the address the detectives had given him earlier. It was like a factory, guarded by rusted iron nets that had definitely seen better days.Cautiously, Ethan climbed the net to get into the building. After he slipped inside, he scanned the area. Just by looking, he could see a lot of guards already stationed there. They all seemed ready for something, no less armed than with guns. Luckily for Ethan, they were evenly spaced, giving him enough time to take them out one by one and get into the building without making much of a fuss. However, there was always the second option: killing them all. But that would risk exposing his identity as a mafia lord. He chose the former.---‘Kuu!’ one of the guards gagged as Ethan dragged him out of sight near an old automobile, a rope tightening around his neck. After confirming the guard was out of commission, Ethan moved on to the next. He injected the next
Ethan sat in his room, writing about the whirlwind of events that had overtaken his life. Everything had happened too quickly, and he felt his former self slipping away. The sensation gnawed at him, unsettling and unfamiliar.It all felt strange—helping Mr. Kim fend off those thugs. I brushed it off as something normal for a former mafia lord. But saving Mr. Kim from kidnappers… I did it all alo—A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.“Who’s there?” Ethan called, his voice calm but commanding.“Sun-deok,” came the reply from the other side.Ethan sighed, placing his notebook down before moving to the door.“Won’t you let me in?” Sun-deok asked, tilting her head in mock confusion.“And why would I let the opposite gender into my humble abode?” Ethan quipped, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.“Because this ‘opposite gender’ is your beloved friend,” Sun-deok retorted, lightly tapping his cheek.Ethan sighed again. “Fine. Come in.” He returned to sit on the bed.Sun-deok crossed her arms, as
Knock.“Who's there?” Ethan muttered, clearly annoyed at being disturbed in his sleep. He sluggishly aimed for the door.“Sun-deok,” came a familiar voice.“Oh, yeah, right,” Ethan mumbled, unlocking the door.Bang! Sun-deok burst in like a mad woman on the loose.Ethan followed her with his eyes, curious about her destination after barging in so suddenly.“Sorry, I ran out of tissues. I need to use your restroom,” Sun-deok called out from inside, her voice tinged with embarrassment.Ethan sighed and slumped back onto his bed as if he’d just finished a grueling workout.A few minutes later, Sun-deok emerged from the restroom, visibly relieved.“You saved my life, Prince Charming,” she said with a grateful smile.Ethan nodded, half-asleep.“Good morning,” he muttered groggily.“My apologies—good morning,” Sun-deok replied with a grin.“So, how’s the case? Any evidence yet?” she asked, sitting down on the edge of his bed.“About that…” Ethan reached for a blue file resting on his desk.
Ethan sat gracefully at the restaurant as he ignored the scornful gazes of multiple people In the restaurant. He stared at the menu with a weird face. He raised his head and looked at the waiter who waited in front of him, sweat on head."I'll have a cup of coffee for now" Ethan nodded slowly having list his appetite."Ok sir" the waiter received the menu and disappeared.A while later, he came with a brimming hot cup of coffee."Thank you" Ethan smiled as he raised the cup and sipped it a little.The waiter nodded and disappeared out of sight.‘I need to leave this country for another country, things are getting rough here, I can't linger anymore’ Ethan thought as he sipped his tea.He sighed.‘I sure will kill Antonio if I had the chance’ Ethan cursed inwardly.“Mr Ethan” a voice jerked him out of his thoughts.Ethan looked up, he saw a familiar face, a face he knew he had seen before somewhere but he didn't remember. The man sat opposite him. The pressure of his build no where
Sun-deok made her way out of the building headed for her already present ride. She saw Ethan had changed his car to the Lamborghini he had bought when he first came to Korea. “Hey handsome” she bellowed as she got into the ride, she seemed to have gotten used to its functions.“Hi,” Ethan smiled.“Can't you at least have humor for once?” Sun-deok rolled her eyes.“I did,” Ethan grinned and hit his accelerator.Sun-deok sighed.“So I don't know if this is bad news or good news but I did my research on your family” Sun-deok said and brought out a group of folders.“Okay” Ethan nodded his head slowly, clearly anticipating more.“Well, take a look at this” Sun-deok pulled a photo out of one of her folders.Screech!!Ethan hit hard on his break causing both of them to jerk forward.“What's the matter?” Sun-deok asked with a puzzled expression.“Antonio?!!!” Ethan exclaimed.“Yeah, he was found at the embassy a few days back” Sun-deok explained, confusion written over her face.Ethan
A man smiled as he got away from the airport, entourage at back.“Korea sure is beautiful isn't it?” The man smiled at one of the body guards walking beside him. The guard gave no reply, instead, he shivered, clearly feeling pressure from the man's presence. But the man didn't seem to care.“Ethan must be stupid to have actually come here to start over, either way, I'm coming for him” The man grinned.****“Please don't” Ethan panicked as he stared at The masked guy in horror, he panicked.“Oh am I mistaken? Mafia Lord Reyes, the Almighty one of the Filipinos is actually begging a commoner like me, how sweet” the man giggled.“What do you want?” Reyes asked, what was left of his calm vanishing into thin air.“Very simple” The man smiled.“We're stealing military weapons today, until we're done, do nothing, we'll release her tomorrow, how's that?” The man replied.“I don't think so” a thick voice answered from behind the man, with a gun pointed at his waist.“Who are you?!” The man
*** “We'll see Mr Ethan” the man stood up to leave. “Oh!, and before I leave, take care of Sun-deok very well, you might as well lose her” the man chuckled and disappeared as if he had never appeared. *** The words kept ringing in his head continuously as he stared at the buildings below, flickering his lighter in rhythm as he stood there emotionless. ‘Two days’ Ethan thought. ‘It's been two days and she's refused to talk to me’ Ethan sighed and looked back. He was currently at the balcony of the upper part of the Motel, and the view there was glamorous so to say. But he wasn't at all interested in all that. He had gone to her office twice, to pick her up but she had avoided him like a plague. ‘What is wrong with me?” Ethan tapped his head in frustration. ‘It's just a lady, I'm far better than to do this’ Ethan groaned softly as he stared blankly at the void. “Mr Ethan!” A voice broke his line of thought. Ethan looked ahead and spotted Mr Kim heading in his direction. “You
Tension filled the air as Ethan sat stiff beside his tyranny. The journey had been smooth for a while no word said, they just stared at each other, the guy's gun still tufted skillfully beneath his jacket and out of Naked eye's view.“You must have guessed my personality, right?” The man finally broke the silence.“No, but I know you're related to the incident I just delved into” Ethan said, maintaining his calm as if unaware of the impending loom, he adjusted his tie and sat back relaxed.“Seems like you're not all talk Mr Ethan, you sure have some nerves sitting there and not afraid of seeing the Almighty the next minute” the man chuckled in sympathy.Ethan smiled and received tea from the train attendants.“Mr Ethan, I must warn you…” the man paused, lit a cigarette while putting his gun out of Ethan's side and continued.“This isn't something someone from the Filipinos should be messing with, things could get really messy you know” The man smiled and rested his back.“How'd you
Tension filled the air as Ethan sat stiff beside his tyranny. The journey had been smooth for a while no word said, they just stared at each other, the guy's gun still tufted skillfully beneath his jacket and out of Naked eye's view.“You must have guessed my personality, right?” The man finally broke the silence.“No, but I know you're related to the incident I just delved into” Ethan said, maintaining his calm as if unaware of the impending loom, he adjusted his tie and sat back relaxed.“Seems like you're not all talk Mr Ethan, you sure have some nerves sitting there and not afraid of seeing the Almighty the next minute” the man chuckled in sympathy.Ethan smiled and received tea from the train attendants.“Mr Ethan, I must warn you…” the man paused, lit a cigarette while putting his gun out of Ethan's side and continued.“This isn't something someone from the Filipinos should be messing with, things could get really messy you know” The man smiled and rested his back.“How'd you
Knock.“Who's there?” Ethan muttered, clearly annoyed at being disturbed in his sleep. He sluggishly aimed for the door.“Sun-deok,” came a familiar voice.“Oh, yeah, right,” Ethan mumbled, unlocking the door.Bang! Sun-deok burst in like a mad woman on the loose.Ethan followed her with his eyes, curious about her destination after barging in so suddenly.“Sorry, I ran out of tissues. I need to use your restroom,” Sun-deok called out from inside, her voice tinged with embarrassment.Ethan sighed and slumped back onto his bed as if he’d just finished a grueling workout.A few minutes later, Sun-deok emerged from the restroom, visibly relieved.“You saved my life, Prince Charming,” she said with a grateful smile.Ethan nodded, half-asleep.“Good morning,” he muttered groggily.“My apologies—good morning,” Sun-deok replied with a grin.“So, how’s the case? Any evidence yet?” she asked, sitting down on the edge of his bed.“About that…” Ethan reached for a blue file resting on his desk.
Ethan sat in his room, writing about the whirlwind of events that had overtaken his life. Everything had happened too quickly, and he felt his former self slipping away. The sensation gnawed at him, unsettling and unfamiliar.It all felt strange—helping Mr. Kim fend off those thugs. I brushed it off as something normal for a former mafia lord. But saving Mr. Kim from kidnappers… I did it all alo—A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.“Who’s there?” Ethan called, his voice calm but commanding.“Sun-deok,” came the reply from the other side.Ethan sighed, placing his notebook down before moving to the door.“Won’t you let me in?” Sun-deok asked, tilting her head in mock confusion.“And why would I let the opposite gender into my humble abode?” Ethan quipped, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.“Because this ‘opposite gender’ is your beloved friend,” Sun-deok retorted, lightly tapping his cheek.Ethan sighed again. “Fine. Come in.” He returned to sit on the bed.Sun-deok crossed her arms, as
The place all seemed old and abandoned. Ethan was extremely cautious as he made his way into the address the detectives had given him earlier. It was like a factory, guarded by rusted iron nets that had definitely seen better days.Cautiously, Ethan climbed the net to get into the building. After he slipped inside, he scanned the area. Just by looking, he could see a lot of guards already stationed there. They all seemed ready for something, no less armed than with guns. Luckily for Ethan, they were evenly spaced, giving him enough time to take them out one by one and get into the building without making much of a fuss. However, there was always the second option: killing them all. But that would risk exposing his identity as a mafia lord. He chose the former.---‘Kuu!’ one of the guards gagged as Ethan dragged him out of sight near an old automobile, a rope tightening around his neck. After confirming the guard was out of commission, Ethan moved on to the next. He injected the next