A blade was placed on the table, cleanly.
The man shook violently. "Boss… please, I beg you."
So Jeo didn't even look at him anymore.
"Next time," he said, voice calm, "you won't have a hand left to beg with."
The blade came down.
A scream filled the warehouse.
Seo Jin's body stiffened, but he didn't look away. He forced himself not to.
Blood spread across the table.
The man collapsed, crying, shaking, clutching what was left of his hand.
No one moved to comfort him.
"Send him to a clinic," So Jeo said. "He still owes me."
His voice was cold and simple, but filled with authority.
Wipes and hand sanitizer were brought to him, which he used to clean his palm.
Seo Jin exhaled softly, only then realizing he had been holding his breath. He blinked multiple times, but the image he saw couldn't be erased.
As So Jeo walked past him, he spoke without looking at him.
"Did you learn something?"
Seo Jin swallowed. "Yes."
"Good."
They walked out.
