Korean Blood

Deed 2

“You are Easy Men aren't you?” Kwan asked as he took a closer look at their chest and arm tattoos.

“Yes and we work for “The Man”, he won’t like you interfering in his business like this.” One of the men seethed out in a threatening tone. Kwan could barely hold back his laughter, these men were covered in tattoos that marked them as Easy Men meaning they had no idea who he was.

“So you were all here acting on orders from The Man?” Kwan asked.

“I’m not snitching on anyone.” The man spat at Kwan.

“Well I have no use for you anymore,” Kwan said as he pointed the gun at the man's head.

“Wait no I’ll talk..” The man said before he was cut off with a bullet through his head.

“I do not deal well with disrespect or disobedience, so I expect you to be on your very best behavior for the rest of this conversion, do you understand?” Kwan asked the man who quickly shook his head yes.

“Who told you that The Man wanted you to collect funds from anywhere in this area because I know you did not speak to him directly.” Kwan asked.

“I..I..I don’t know the man specifically by name but he was Mexican and had a green handkerchief in his pocket and told us he was a Noble Man, he’s been all over Korea giving orders to Easy Men like us saying that it came straight from “The Man”.” He told Kwan.

“Well I do not remember giving anyone orders to do anything of the sort.” Kwan said to himself out loud.

“Wait… no.. are you “The Man”, oh my God, then is that the Golden pistol.” The man asked, kneeling down in front of Kwan.

“It is an honor to meet you sir, ever since I was a child I have always wanted to work for you. I can assure…” The man was cut off and fell to his side, Kwan shot him right in between his eyebrows without a second thought.

“You may come out now.” Kwan said trying to test if any of them were able to hear the conversation, at that moment if the door had opened every person in that room was going to die as that meant they heard everything that had just happened. But to his surprise the door had not opened.

“Well I guess the metal door is good enough,” Kwan said as he walked over and pulled the pantry door open. None of their faces looked like they heard anything or even knew that all the men outside the door were dead.

“Listen very closely, there are four dead bodies outside. I want you all to take care of them. Each of you will receive a nice chunk of money today for your cleaning efforts, I really do not want to hear any objections as I am going against normal routine where none of you would be alive. And you,” Kwan said, pointing at the restaurant owner.

“ Bring me the deed to this place, I now own it. You and all the tenants may continue to live here or move out if you wish, but you must continue working here. For today I will have one million Us dollars paid to you when you bring out our food.”

“We will, We swear!” The owner said with a huge smile on his face along with the workers who eagerly began to drag the men's bodies towards the pantry.

“Make 2 large orders of beef Bulgogi to go and bring it to my table. If the old lady asks you anything, tell her that you ran out of food so you have to close the restaurant for the day. And if she asks why you sold the restaurant tell her that you were trying to quickly sell it and we came at the perfect time to buy. ” Kwan said as he disappeared behind the black curtain again on his way back to his table.

“What took you so long?” Kwans grandmother asked him as she scanned his whole body..

“OMO, WHAT IS ALL THAT BLOOD?!” Kwan's grandmother exclaimed.

“Here.” Kwan said as he sat down next to her and slid the deed to the restaurant to her.

“What is this, “soyugwon jeungseo”?deed of ownership “Kwan, did you buy this restaurant?”

“Now you can make whatever changes you like and you have my full financial support if you want to change or add anything to this place.” He told her.

“No I can’t accept this, it's too much, and what is all this blood what happened..”

“Grandma,” Lucela cut her off. “ I am very hungry, can you order me something?” Lucela said knowing that she would immediately focus on getting him food.

“Well let's order something, but I still want to know why you have all this blood.” She said, Just as she began waving her hand to the waitress the store owner came rushing over to their table with a large bag of food.

“Here, this is for you.” The store owner said sitting the large bag in front of Kwans grandmother, avoiding eye contact with Kwan.

“Jamkkanman-yo ulineun ajig eumsig-eul jumunhaji anh-ass-eoyo

” Wait, we have not ordered our food yet. Kwans grandmother told the man.

“We are closing for the day so I brought this food out for free since it was what we had left.” The restaurant owner told them as he began to grab the menus and sauces from the table.

“Wait, why is the restaurant closing so fast we just arrive here and it says open?” Kwans' grandmother asked. The man's eyes shot straight to Kwan who was looking directly at the men with a blank cold stare waiting for him to speak.

“W-We ran out of food.” The man said plainly. Before Kwans grandmother could speak he quickly began walking towards the other tables in the restaurant collecting things from their tables and making the customers leave.

“But that does not–” Her voice trailed off as she heard the sound of the front door of the restaurant being pulled open. After a few monuments the driver came into view approaching the table with a black leather briefcase.

“Grandma, it's time for us to go, they ran out of food, so we should just take what we have and go.” Luclea said as he stood up and reached out for his grandmother's hand. With her Bulgogi and deed of ownership in one hand and Lucelas forearm in the other, she was soon out of Kwans sight and back in the car.

“Remember what I said Sook, keep the prices low and your mouth shut and you will die a very wealthy man and if that's too hard for you well then you will just die.” Kwan said, eyes piercing directly into the restaurant owner's soul.

“How did you know my name sir?” The restaurant owner asked.

“It’s on the deed Sook, Ten” Kwan called the driver over who then laid the briefcase out on the table in front of them.

“This is for you, the five cards are for the workers in the back of the kitchen, their money is pre-loaded onto each card so all they need to do is create a pin and they will be good to go.” Ten told Sook.

Just as Kwan stood up to leave, two of the workers came running from the back of the restaurant.

“What do we do if the police ask us about what happened?” One of the workers asked.

“My patience is gone already, must be because I am hungry.” Kwan said to himself as he completely ignored the workers question. Kwan did not enjoy having to explain things that he thought were simple to understand, if the police come then tell them nothing.

“How hard is that to understand?” Kwan said to himself as he left out the restaurant door.

“Unfortunately the deal is off.” Ten said as he slammed the briefcase close.

“Wait what do you mean the deal is off, you can’t take the money back he promised!” Sook yelled as the driver had reached into his back pocket.

“GIVE ME THE–” Sook was cut off when a splash of someone else’s blood landed on his face.

Within two minutes Ten had shot every person left inside the restaurant, just as Kwan had ordered him to. After years of being his personal driver and one of his Rain Men he knew how to take orders from Kwan without him even using words. Kwan had no patience for people especially when he they had nothing to offer him.

“It is done sir, I will stay back and handle this. I have just dispatched Sampson, he will drive you back to the Kingsman house while I clean, your change of clothes are with him as well.” Ten told Kwan who was already back in the car.

“Well done, Ten” Kwan told him before he hung the phone up.