Devo ucciderti...

~Italy. Milan. 11:24 a.m~ – Mr. Hwang! – The guard spoke Italian perfectly. – I'm listening. Hwang Hyunjin was sitting in a chair in front of the panoramic window while a bunch of guards were crowding behind him. – The car is already at the hotel.. It was clear from the guard's tone that Hyunjin was scaring him. – Really, tell them to prepare what I asked. Hwang slowly flipped through the pages of the book, not really reading the text. – Everything is ready. – Another, more confident guard came into the room. – Antonio! Hyunjin got up from his chair and shook the guard's hand. – Mr. Hwang, come with me. Antonio was an old friend, part-time security guard of the Hwang family. Hyunjin followed the guard. They went down to the reception, where they thanked Hwang for choosing their hotel and escorted him to an expensive brand car parked in front of the hotel entrance. – Sit down. – The driver got out of the car to open the door for Hyunjin. Antonio came up to the car, carrying a silver tray covered with a scarlet cloth. – Here, everything is as you ordered. Antonio held the tray out to the open car window. – Thanks, I'll call if you need anything else. – Have a good flight, Mr. Hwang. Antonio bowed and walked towards the hotel. Finally, Hwang removed the scarlet cloth from the tray and picked up the gun lying on it. – To the airport. – Hyunjin told the driver the destination and continued to look at his gun. ~Korea. Seoul. 07:24 p.m (8 hours difference between Korea and Italy)~ – Did I ask for coffee!? Lee Minho was furious, he tipped the cup right on the worker's clothes. – I'm sorry.. – The employee hesitated and quickly left the room. *knock on the door* – What else? Minho rolled his eyes. – Can I? Lee Felix was standing in the doorway. – Come in. – Lee immediately calmed down. – I know you're not in a good mood today.. – Felix didn't want something thrown at him like a worker. – Did you want something? – I wanted to tell you not to work late today. – Since when did you start caring about this? Minho got up from the table and took something from the drawer. – Well, you're my brother.. – Lix took a couple of steps back, noticing that Lee was coming towards him. – Take it and go home. Minho tossed his car keys to Felix and smiled wearily. – And you? – Security will take me, don't worry. Lee patted his brother on the shoulder and escorted him to the door. ~Malpensa Airport. Italy. Milan. 12:32 a.m~ – Please. The driver opened the door and took out Hyunjin's luggage. – Thanks for the trip. – Hwang also, like all his employees, perfectly spoke Italian, but besides him he knew: Korean, English, Spanish and Japanese. – Hello, Mr. Hwang. – Several security guards met him at the airport. – Take the luggage and take it.. You know where. One of the guards ordered. Then this guard led Hyunjin, through some detours, to the VIP lounge. – At your request, today this hall is completely at your disposal. The guard smiled maliciously. – Thanks. – Hwang put his business briefcase on the sofa and decided to look around. – Food, drinks, there is, but if you need anything else.. Well there.. Girls or alcohol.. – The guard did not have time to finish, as Hyunjin was indignant. – You think badly of me, even though I am a Mafia, I do not depend on alcohol and sex. – I'm sorry... – The guard was very embarrassed and left. ~Korea. Seoul. 08:32 p.m~ Felix was sitting on the sofa in the Lee family's country house. Felix Lee was the youngest son of the founder of the Lee clan, he, like the whole family, was a Mafia. His older brother Minho Lee, currently the head of the Lee clan, is in charge of all criminal cases in Korea. ~In Minho's office~ – What the hell! – In front of Minho were people who work in intelligence, they deliver all the information about crime happening around the world. – Why is he flying to Korea!?? Lee scattered the papers on his desk. – We don't know.. So far, he's still in Italy.. – One of the employees was surprised for everyone. – Idiots.. Collect all the information about him and his family. Minho's voice became more focused. – Very well, sir.. – The workers left the office, leaving Lee all alone. – Damn, damn, damn!! Minho threw the whiskey glass on his desk at the wall.