C h a p t e r F o u r
IV

A short while later, another man dressed in a similar black suit to the other five men entered the shop; the wind chimes once again released its welcoming tinkling melody – of which the man ignored, and made his way to the silent Young Saeng. Seung Yeon watched curiously as he bowed courtly to Young Saeng before he bent down and whispered something she could not hear into his ear; of which, he seemed pretty bothered about, and immediately stood up from his seat walked over to the counter. He reached into his inner pocket of his jacket, delving for his wallet whilst the owner waited patiently.

He forked out a bunch of notes from his wallet without bothering to count, which, of course, exceeded the original little cost for the total cups of coffee. However, he did not seem too bothered, for anyone present in the shop could tell that he was desperate to leave.

Just as he prepared to leave, a huge cluster of men appeared on the other side of the transparent glass doors with all their eyes transfixed on Young Saeng, they were all dressed in long black over coats (perfect for hiding weapons in their large inner pockets). By eye, the number of men outside outnumbered Young Saeng and his men. The man in charge pushed open the door with ease, a rush of cold air filled the shop before the door closed. All men assembled into shop, though it was very quiet, the tense atmosphere nonetheless filled the overcrowded shop.

Young Saeng made a step forward, completely ignoring the men who assembled opposite him, as if they were transparent. But things did not seem to be that simple; the men dressed in long overcoats formed a long line with their hands delved into their inner pocket, as if they were on the verge of pulling their hidden weapon out.

Seung Yeon, and the owner of the now-over-crowded-and-tense shop, stood still on the spot, not daring to move a muscle, though both of them were scared out of their wits and longed to run out of the shop. Seung Yeon’s jaw dropped open, she breathed heavily as though she had breathing problems whilst her heart continued to thump.

Young Saeng glared at the men, a light smile hung across his face, as if trying to ridicule the men who attempted to block his path.

“Our boss wants to see you,” spoke the man directly opposite Young Saeng. He seemed to be the one in charge.

Young Saeng eyed the line of men, and chortled in an undertone. Offended, the line of men stepped forward in an attempt to close in on Young Saeng and his men, however, the man in charged gave them all a cold stare, which warned them to stop their act.

The fearless Young Saeng once again attempted to make his way out, though once again stopped by the m