Elder Park was sitting in his favorite armchair, smoking a cigar. He had good reputation around his surroundings and people like him – in other words, around those, who belonged to the mafia. Times changed, now mafia lived in the shadow. Only few families remained, where old traditions were respected. Elder Park respected them till his wife’s death ten years ago. Since then he was trying to change a little, but it wasn’t easy in this environment. If he couldn’t change people in his generation, he decided to pass this mission to his sons.
But a tragedy happened three days ago. His oldest son – Shi Min – died in an accident. His only rightful heir. His second son didn’t fit for this role. That’s why Elder Park was looking for the third son.
Butler Han entered the room. He was an elder man too, with glasses and neatly cut beard. Every day he was wearing smoking, although Elder Park said he should have wear casual, comfortable clothes.
“Do you have it?” Elder Park asked, observing the new construction site behind the window.
“Yes. Would you like to hear the details?”
Butler Han cleared his throat and began the talk, glancing at his notes from time to time.
“His full name is Kim Jihun. He has poor background and currently is living only with his sickly grandmother. According to one of the sources, his parents died seven years ago at the sea. They were fishermen. Kim Jihun will be twenty two next month. He’s exemplary student and master in martial arts, but his personality is a problem. He’s outsider. He hates people and being in crowd. He even goes to school on foot just to not be around the people. He becomes aggressive, when someone touches him without his permission. But he also hates violence against weaker and uses martial arts to the self-defense. That’s because he’s been bullied in elementary school, because of his background. He’s doing currently two part-time jobs: in pizza delivery and at the market, selling fish. But still he has not enough money to pay for his grandmother medicaments and hospital bills.” Butler Han looked at Elder Park with consternated face. “However, from what I observed for one week, he not even once looked depressed. Although he smiles rarely, he seems very determined, regardless of the situation’s difficulty.”
Elder Park nodded slowly, as if he was analyzing every word he heard.
“Does he have only grandmother?” he made sure.
“No siblings? Distant relatives?”
“Not that I heard of.”
Then Elder Park smiled lightly and thrown away the cigar. Butler Han frowned.
“Excellent,” Elder Park said. “Let’s begin our plan.”
“Master, are you sure? You’ve seen him only once –”
“And that’s enough for me,” Elder Park interrupted calmly. “When I was going to the dinner by my car, I saw his skills. And now I’m hearing about his good personality.”
“He’s sometimes aggressive though.”
“As every human being, dear friend. But I see in him potential! That potential.”
Kim Jihun was silent and on first sight unfriendly person. He hated crowds, but dreamed of close friends. Unfortunately since elementary school every kid was mocking Jihun about his poor background and weird hobbies. Why weird, always thought Jihun. He liked playing games, reading, learning new things... what is weird? Ah, maybe this is.
Since childhood he trained martial arts. He was doing it by himself, at home. His deceased parents were fishermen, so they didn’t have money for professional trainers. Jihun was training from books and the Internet, and in high school he joined taekwondo club. But it lasted only for a few months (because of some ‘mop accident’) and Jihun needed to return to previous sources. However, he didn’t practice it so he could beat someone to a pulp, but for self-defense. He was one of the most bullied students in the school (because of his good grades and poor communicative abilities), so he had to do something about that. After a while he still was regarded as outsider, but someday he became famous as ‘Bruce Lee Outsider’ or just ‘Bruce Lee’. He hated it. It gave him the unwanted attention.
One day he was returning from the collage around 6 p.m., when he heard strange noises, coming from nearest alley. He sneaked up there and saw three tall musclemen, who were picking on a guy, whom Jihun knew from the arts class. He really wanted to ignore it and walk away, but anger squeezed his heart. Before he could think about it a little longer, he burst into the alley and knocked out one of the bully.
“Who the hell are you!?” the other one shrieked, smacking the air above Jihun’s head.
“I’m just passing by,” Jihun answered calmly. He stopped bully’s fist, twisting his little pinky. Muscleman squeaked and yanked his hand from Jihun’s grip. “By the way,” he added, glancing at guy from the collage. “How long are you gonna sitting there?”
“H-Huh?” guy stammered. “Why... ?”
“I can anytime walk away.”
“I-I’m going now! T-Thanks!” And he successfully escaped.
Now I can deal with them without any witnesses, thought Jihun, straightening fingers. However, when he finished and bullies run away, he could have sworn he saw a car leaving the alley. Eventually he shrugged, put on the earphones and returned home.
A week later he was walking the same path to the school, when someone blocked his way. Bullies from that time came to get revenge. Jihun rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight, when he saw that they brought friends.
“Damn,” Jihun commented shortly and started to run.
He didn’t make it. Pursuers got him in the next alley. He was kicked in the ribs and punched in the face twice, before he heard a screech sound of sudden braking of the car. Bullies were blinded by lights and in a second knocked down by five men, who were wearing black suits.
Jihun looked up at these men, who now surrounded him. He was sure that if he moves an inch, they’ll beat him up. That was the good scenario.
“Kim Jihun,” one of men in black said suddenly. “You’ll come with us.”