The chef pressed a photo into Jongin's hand and smirked. "This is Do Kyungsoo. A student in an arts school. His father still debts me some million dollars. He's rich as hell but didn't pay back his mistake. His son, in comparison, is rich with money but doesn't have any friends. He won't be missed by many."

"So you want me to do what?"

"Shoot this kid right in the heart and set a mark to his father. He needs to learn."

Jongin turned around. He took the sniper that lied on the couch next to him and looked over his shoulder with a smirk. "Will do."

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"I'm Do Kyungsoo. I'm 17 years old and the biggest loser in this school, if not on the whole earth."

"I don't think so."

"And who says that?"

"Jongin, Kim Jongin."

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