"You either spill the name Jeon, or I blast yo funny fuckin' head this very moment", the chunky suited police officer threatened the most feared mafia boss in the country with a gun pressed to his forehead.
Jeon Jeongguk only smirked in return.
"Seeing how desperate you are, with all the killings happening around the city and the president trying to crush you and your silly little team of amateur cops, you can't~", he sing songed, mockingly.
The fat officer sighed heavily, withdrawing his gun and pressing his temples. He was right.
"Still", the boss started again, "For your sorry ass's sake, I may spill some names--but," he trailed off, eyes darting to the end of the questioning room.
"but what?", the officer really did sound desperate by now, making the leader chuckle.
"I want him," Jeongguk said directly pointing at a newly recruited investigator, who was simply standing there, big round glasses in place, making notes on his first big case, "For tonight."
The latter gasped, the notepad slipping past his dainty fingers.
"Mr. Kim?", Jeongguk purred tilting his head slightly, eyes sparkling," wouldn't you want to help your buddies here?"
