No Choice

The Bittersweet Deal
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The black vans stopped in front of the dark, forsaken structure.

The building looked haunted with its daunting shadows, creaking walls, and broken windows. No one dared come anywhere within a few meters of the building, in fear of being cursed and haunted by the businessmen and school girls that had committed suicide.

That’s why it made the perfect place for a drug lord and his gang members to reside in.

The doors of the black vans slid open. A tall, good-looking male with sharp facial features stepped out. He straightened his black jacket and strode forwards.

Five other males stepped out of the same van and tailed behind him. There were more men inside the building.

“Where’s Liang?” The tall male spoke in flawless Chinese.

“In the basement.” One of the men in a dark navy blue suit replied.

The tall male led his sub-gang Exo-M down below.

There were loud, painful groans along with the sounds of bats landing on defenseless skin. “You dare take my drugs and run without my money? Who do you think you are going against the Cold Dragons like this?” The merciless drug lord slammed the bat down over and over again over the bruised body.

The tall male stopped at the end of the staircase. His cold, piercing eyes drifted downwards towards the helpless male. He spotted Kris, and a flicker of hope sparked in his heart. *A rescuer! Please! Save me from this man!*

Deep down in the still-humane part of his heart, he did feel sympathy for the poor man who was being beaten to pulp. However, in this industry, there was no mercy. You made one mistake, and you had to pay for it.

Kris looked away, and the man’s face fell. *He’s the same. They’re all the same. Cruel, cold monsters who don’t care about anything but their money.*

“Boss.” One of the men stepped up. “What?!” He sneered. “Exo-M is here.” The man quietly spoke.

The drug lord spun around and a big, toothy grin lit up his scarred face, “Ah, Wu Fan! You’re back already!”

Kris stiffly, but politely bowed ninety degrees, “Boss.”

“Come into my office so we can discuss how business went.” Liang nodded at his men, “Take care of this trash. I don’t want him in my sight ever again.” The man screamed for mercy, but Liang acted like he didn’t even hear him.

Kris briefly glanced at the poor man and followed Liang back upstairs. Kris glanced back at his gang, “Stay here.” They nodded and didn’t follow him anymore. Kris stepped into the dim office and shut the door behind him.

Liang sat at his desk. He took out a cigarette and held out the pack, “Would you like one, too?”

“No, thank you.” Kris answered in his deceptively calm voice.

“I forgot. You don’t do any of these things.” Liang chuckled as he lit his cigarette and took a long drag. He flicked the cigarette on a full ash tray and shifted his curious upwards towards his subordinate, “I wonder why you’re even in this industry. You don’t like drugs. You don’t like drinking. You don’t even like women.”

*There is no choice for forgotten people like me. If I want to survive, I can only do what I’m good at. Sinning.* Kris held out the file, “I completed the task as you told me.”

Liang smashed his cigarette into the ash tray and took the file. He peered through it and examined the contract with his hawk-like eyes. “The Red Falcons signed the contract, and they will deposit the two million into your separate bank account by the end of tonight.” Kris explained with his hands mannerly folded in front of him.

Liang slapped the folder shut with a wide grin, “Perfect! I knew you would do me proud, Wu Fan! You never fail me, and that’s why I keep you by my side! You are my right-wing man!” He winked.

Kris wasn’t exactly proud of that. Being his ‘right-wing man’ meant doing things he didn’t want to, including dirtying his own hands.

“Well since that is done, I have a new task for you. This one is…a bit more complicated.” Liang announced.

Kris waited for orders to murder someone and throw their body in the river, or go after a notorious gang and embezzle all the drug supply they had.

“It involves moving to South Korea.” Liang announced.

Kris gave him a confused look, “South Korea?” He hadn’t expected that at all.

“Someone is duplicating our drugs there. I need you to find out who is perpetrating them. I also need you to go undercover as a high school student, hook them up with our drugs, and meet the local drug dealers there.” Liang answered.

Kris stared at him, “Y-you want me to play a high school kid?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I would send someone else, but you are the most fluent with the Korea language. And I need someone I can trust.” Liang came around the desk and put his hand on Kris’s shoulder, “You can do this for me, can’t you?”

After a two-second pause, Kris straightened up professionally with a curt nod, “I can, boss.”

Liang grinned, “I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Go home and pack. I’ll send you your plane ticket soon.”

Kris bowed and walked out of the room.

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The door to Kris’s wide, expensive condo opened, and he stepped inside as he loosened his tie.

“Really, Kris. You’re going to Korea to play a high school kid?” Lay hissed.

“It’s not my choice. Boss needs me to go.” Kris walked into his walk-in closet and pulled out some of his clothes. He took them back into his bedroom and pulled out his suitcase.

“Why would he send you though? He can send one of this other goons. Why would he choose you to complete such a stupid, meaningless task?” Lay growled.

Kris grew tired of Lay harping on him. “Enough, Yixing. Just do as the boss asks. You don’t ask questions. You know that better than I do.” Kris slammed his suitcase shut, “Leave. I need to take a shower before the flight.”

Lay put on a sour expression and headed to the door.

“Yixing.” Kris called. Lay looked back.

“…Take care of the others. You’re second in command when I’m gone. Don’t let them down. Don’t disrespect the boss either. You know the consequences.” Kris advised.

Lay curtly nodded and left.

Kris stepped into the bathroom, stripped his clothes off, and went into the shower. He turned the water on, and a blast of hot water sprayed his body. Soon, the room fogged up with the heat. Kris wiped the water from his face and placed one palm on the cool, tile wall. He stared blankly ahead with a hundred thoughts preoccupying his mind.

*For how much longer do I have to be a slave under Liang? I hate drugs. I hate dealing with them. And I hate how I have no control over anything. Why does my life have to be like this?* He closed his eyes and let the water wash his rhetorical questions away.

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OkSooyeon 0 points #1
Chapter 77: I'm crying.....
Ammargeddonn #2
Chapter 77: Shld have kept one alive...
cupcakekrazy #3
Chapter 77: I read this fanfic again and still cried harder than the first time
serenidad
#4
good job!!
Donajimin #5
Chapter 77: This is so sad...
giyongchyxxx #6
finally it's back!!!
gielidya #7
Oh my God...
I just found this fic..n asked maself why missing this one for sooo long...
But then i realize, there's a lot spoiler below..that cause me not to read it hixxx..
I'm so sorry authornim..i'm sure this fic is a masterpiece but i can't stand crying a river for ma babe (kris/zico)..huhuuuu
Fluffydar #8
Chapter 77: The waterfall I am making now is huge~ All of them dying and all these truth bombs flying everywhere. Too many feels. I'm dying.
nfs_95 #9
Chapter 77: why?????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!