“Mr. Zhang. I have been told by Mr. Kim himself that you are a trustworthy man, so we’ve allowed you to come here,” the head of security explained to the younger man as he entered the private room. Dozens of guards were stationed in the vicinity. The killer was still on the loose, and despite having the best agents to protect him, Joonmyeon’s father was in this critical condition.

                “How is he?” Yixing asked the man as he approached the bed. He saw that Joonmyeon’s father looked so old and frail lying on that hospital bed, still unconscious. He knew that he needed to find Joonmyeon soon. Someone must reassure the board, as well as the investors, that the business wouldn’t be affected. Someone has to take the reins temporarily or everything would fall into turmoil. And that someone is Joonmyeon, his pesky relatives need not come into the picture, that would only bring more problems.

                “The surgery went well. He has lost a lot of blood, but the bullets have been successfully removed and thankfully, no major internal organs have been damaged. However, the doctors cannot predict as to when he’ll wake up. He’s age is a major factor as to how he’s body will cope with this accident,” the man replied.

                “And the assassin? Have you found him?” Yixing inquired.

           “Unfortunately, no. We have failed our duty in protecting him Mr. Zhang. I still don’t understand how something like this could have happened,” the man ruefully replied.

                “He must be found and brought to justice. How about Joonmyeon? Any luck on finding him?” Yixing asked.       

                “Kai-sshi, Joonmyeon’s lead guard, has found someone who might be able to lead us to him. But we don’t know if that lead will be the real one amongst the hundreds we’ve had so far. Please Mr. Zhang, help us find the young master,” the man said as he bowed and pleaded.

                “I will try my very best,” Yixing replied.

              “I almost forgot, he wanted you to have this,” the man said as he handed a brown envelope to Yixing.

                “What is it?” Yixing asked as he reached out his hands to accept it.

              “It’s a copy of the will. Mr. Kim has instructed me this morning that if something happened, I should give it to you. I didn’t think much of it, since I never thought something like this could ever o