The Carnal Aesthete

The man who introduced himself as Goo Pyung-hwa seemed indifferent even when he saw the “prey” caught by Kwak Sang. If it was anyone else, they would have been frightened when they saw Kwak Sang holding the knife and begging for their lives. “Do you know how much money this bastard owes? It’s 180 million, you motherf*cker.” Even though Kwak Sang had the upper hand in terms of strength, he could not escape the man’s grip. “Why the hell are you sticking your nose in other people’s business?”“Is killing people your job?” Goo Pyung-hwa ran his tongue over his lower lip. He liked that Kwak Sang’s gaze didn’t show fear unlike the others. An equal predator preying on others. “I got a bit turne...