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When Min-joon smiled, an elite man sitting next to him looked with his eyes saying, "Is it money?" and opened his mouth quietly.

"If you're having a hard time, could you give me the young master over here?"

While sleeping, Min-joon showed the elite mob Tomas holding onto his padded jacket with a small hand and said it was okay.

"Do I look crazy when I smile?”

"No. Well, a little bit."

"When I was in Korea, I hated the way people looked at me. So I came all the way to Japan to enjoy my life, and I can't believe it's only been six months...…I can't help but laugh at the height of my fear."

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"You speak Japanese well for six months. I didn't know he was Korean at all."

"I have studied Japanese for a long time. Hey, can you just drop me off somewhere and leave? I'm really... I'm scared."

"Is it because we're Yakuza?"

Min-joon breathed as if he was rolling his breath up to his chin and shook his face as if his first baby was nodding. Then he even smiled with an awkward voice.

"Oh, my God, were you Yakuza? I didn't know it was Yakuza because I looked so good. Well, then, is he a boss?

"Yes, sir. And the one you're holding right now is the boss's son and the next boss of the 11th Ueyama faction."

Suddenly, Thomas, who was sleeping cutely like a doll, began to weigh his knee as if he had become a steel bar.

What, so I'm in the picture of the next boss? It's not a lover, but it's. What a terrible fate!’