The Flesh Detective

The man who introduced himself as Gu Pyeonghwa remained oddly calm when he saw the “catch” Gwak Sang had brought in.Anyone else would’ve panicked at the sight of Gwak Sang holding a knife, crying and begging to be spared.“Do you have any idea how much money that bastard didn’t pay back? A whopping eighty million, you fuck.”Gu Pyeonghwa licked his lower lip.“Kind of turns me on.”Gu Pyeonghwa smacked his lips.“How about this? The debt of the bastard you killed—you pay it off with your body.”Gwak Sang lifted his leg, about to kick Gu Pyeonghwa again. Gu Pyeonghwa hurriedly protested.“You said you don’t have the ability to pay it back. But look at your body.You’ve got everything front and back, and those tits are fucking huge—look like they could start producing milk any second.”Gwak Sang dismissed Gu Pyeonghwa’s proposal with a single word.“Bullshit.”