"The Chairman is asking for you," Kang said, his voice as cold as the sea.
Han-si stood up, the legs of his chair scraping against the pavement—a sound like a dying scream. He reached into his jacket, not for a weapon, but for a crumpled photograph of a sister he hadn’t seen since he entered the "New World" of the crime families. He tore it into tiny pieces and let the wind take them. Regia: Park Hoon-jung
A slow-burn noir set on Jeju Island.
"Let’s go," Han-si said. "I don't want to keep the old man waiting." "The Chairman is asking for you," Kang said,