Bang Jin-hoon’s gaze was fixed on the man slumped behind the bars, his expression hardening into a mask of grim determination.
“Is that him?” he asked, his voice low and tight.
Chun Tae-hoon nodded, his own face etched with a mixture of concern and resignation.
“Yes, that’s him.”
“He was a disciple of Chairman Lee Joong-gul, wasn’t he?” Bang Jin-hoon pressed, his eyes narrowing.
“That’s correct,” Chun Tae-hoon confirmed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bang Jin-hoon’s face twisted into a sneer, a suppressed laugh escaping his lips. It was a sound devoid of humor, filled with a simmering rage.
“That bastard…” he muttered, the words laced with venom.
“Though, from what I saw, Kang Jin-ho didn’t seem to care much about any of this,” Chun Tae-hoon added, carefully observing Bang Jin-hoon’s reaction. He knew how volatile his friend could be.
“He’s a real piece of work, that one,” Bang Jin-hoon agreed, his jaw clenching.
“Indeed,” Chun Tae-hoon replied, his tone cautious.
“He’s not talking, is he?” Bang Jin-hoon asked, his eyes flicking back to the prisoner.
“No, he hasn’t said a word,” Chun Tae-hoon confirmed, shaking his head slightly.
“What about the others?” Bang Jin-hoon inquired, his patience wearing thin.
“They’re all the same. Not a peep out of any of them,” Chun Tae-hoon reported, his voice heavy with frustration.
Bang Jin-hoon clicked his tongue in annoyance, the sound sharp and impatient. He stared at the man lying on the cold floor of the cell, his eyes burning with a dangerous intensity.
“I’ll have to take care of this myself,” he declared, his voice laced with a chilling resolve.
“What are you planning to do?” Chun Tae-hoon asked, his brow furrowing with worry.
“I’m going to make them talk,” Bang Jin-hoon stated, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. It was a look that sent a shiver down Chun Tae-hoon’s spine.
Chun Tae-hoon watched him, his expression filled with apprehension. He knew Bang Jin-hoon’s methods could be…unconventional.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he cautioned, his voice laced with concern.
“Why not?” Bang Jin-hoon challenged, his tone sharp and dismissive.
“They’re not ordinary people, Jin-hoon. They’re trained to withstand torture,” Chun Tae-hoon explained, trying to reason with his friend.
“So what? I’m not ordinary either,” Bang Jin-hoon retorted, his voice cold and unwavering. He was not one to be deterred by warnings.
Chun Tae-hoon sighed, knowing that arguing with Bang Jin-hoon in this state was futile.
“I’m just saying, it might not work, and it could make things worse,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.
“We’ll see,” Bang Jin-hoon replied, his tone dismissive. He was not one to back down from a challenge.
Bang Jin-hoon turned on his heel and strode towards the cell, his movements purposeful and menacing. Chun Tae-hoon watched him go, his face etched with concern and a growing sense of dread.
‘This is going to be a mess,’ he thought, his heart sinking with a heavy premonition.