The boss of MGM.

Eyes wide open.

On the floor of the meetng room.

A shot through his head.

A figure crouched down, smirking in satisfaction of the pandemonium he caused at the opposite building. His job was successfully over once he pulled the trigger. He packed up his sniper into a case before taking quick steps towards the rooftop staircase. Upon confirming that no one was arround the corridor, he rocketed into the lift.

"Hurry up! You have 2 minutes before security fixes everything and realised it was a hoax," a voice spoke over the earpiece.

"Tch."

"Don't do that Yongguk and get your here!"

Yongguk checked his watch and slipped on a scarf with covered almost half his face.

7...6...5...4...3...2...1...

He stepped out of the lift and walked through the busy office workers, towards the red sedan just up ahead. He nodded at the man when he caught the office worker's eyes.

Yonnguk hopped into the car and took out his scarf. Before he could even breathe, he was met with his "brothers" nagging tone.

"YAR! Why didn' you reply me just now?!" the driver glared at Yongguk. 

"Just drive. And Yongguk, don't leave us hanging, okay? Yongjae, drive." the another one at the backseat rolled his eyes.

Yongjae shrugged and started the engines, soon, the car disappeared in the crowds of the heavy traffic. They survived the mission. They lived to see another day.

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Himchan eyed the red sedan and it zoomed away. Why would anyone wear a scarf on a hot summer afternoon? He brushed it away and headed into the buidling. 

"Why must I go for the meeting?" he complained.

"Because, your father entrusted you to this company," his secretary spoke in a flat tone. Himchan didn't bother rebutting and stepped into the meeting room.

Dead body.

Police.

His father.

"WHAT HAPPENED???!!!"