China, Chong-qing. Massage parlor office.
Ten minutes later, the floor was covered with groaning gangsters. The bald boss was passed out in the corner, his face beaten to a pulp.
"Are you alright? Can you walk?" Park Gi-oong seemed to have taken a few cuts, and his thighs and stomach were bleeding heavily as he sat on the stairs.
"I can walk. How about you, sir? Are you alright?"
"Besides the cut on my left arm, I don't have any serious injuries. Let's take Ms. Kim Soon-hee and Kyung-hee and get out of here before the police arrive."
The two women, who were hiding on the second floor, must have figured from the silence that the commotion was over. They carefully came down the stairs.
"This is Kim Soon-hee," Kyung-hee said, introducing an obviously frail woman.
"Hello, Ms. Kim Soon-hee."
"Did my cousin really send you?"