Another Wife
Chapter 2: The Workforce

It has been 2 days since Seungyoun was in this place. She was fed 3 times a day, was welcome to take a bath and was given new clothes by them. There was no harsh treatment like his shadow. He just really had to stay in his little room while waiting to be expelled by his stepfather. But Seungyoun hesitated. Whether the money was able to be paid by his father or perhaps his father was already indifferent to him. After all, Mr. Park won't be affected as long as he hands Seungyoun over.

Kim Wooseok's. The little brown-haired man came to his room this morning. Gave the door a blue sticker. I don't know what that means but Seungyoun was a little was. There was a strange feeling that somehow came to him. Other than himself only 4 people were given the same color.

"Seungyoun's. You can get ready for the afternoon with the others" Wooseok returned to his presence. This little guy always gave them information. According to the procedure he said.

"Where?"

"Of course find a job that suits you" Although Seungyoun obviously still wants to ask, but Wooseok seems reluctant to explain further. He went around, met a few more people and said the same thing. A little annoying of course.

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Just before the sun really disappeared. The five prisoners were led out of their rooms, they walked out of the building. In front there is already a white van parked neatly with several guards. The two cars in front of him also caught Seungyoun's attention. The car looks luxurious in black. The little question on his mind now is. Wh who? And why are they participating in this 'job search?

There was no other choice but according to the four colleagues also just silent as if their souls had run away somewhere.3 women, a teenage boy, and Seungyoun. One of the quietest looking women suddenly looked towards Seungyoun. Maybe he felt that someone was paying attention. He only smiled briefly then looked back out the window.

"look at the current state of the outside world, before your eyes close again"

Seungyoun. Maybe everyone there was locked up for too long until it got a little crazy. Seungyoun looks out the window. The front page of the mansion is still the same. Rather than a mansion, this place was almost similar to a fortress. The fence is towering though still inferior to the main building. And Seungyoun sees for himself the thickness and tight security in front of the entrance gate. He still doesn't know anything about where and what all this functions. Is this a lair of tricksters or human slaughter. Seungyoun snorted resignedly a few times. After they approached the exit gate the instructions were again heard. Head cover should be worn. Oh, so this is what the woman next to him meant. And so he with dark eyesight arrived at his destination.

Seungyoun thinks they've been traveling for hours. They finally arrived. Before coming down his hand felt fitted with something cold, maybe iron or handcuffs so as not to run away. Oh naw. It doesn't seem like a good sign. Still with their headgear shepherded towards somewhere carefully. Seungyoun tries not to stumble and falls down. The feeling is more unpleasant when hearing some other sounds. And the atmosphere there is getting crowded. Like passing through public streets, it is impossible for them to be in the street or market with this condition, right?

After walking for a long time they arrived at a fairly quiet place. It looks like it has entered a room. Seungyoun is forced to sit down and his headgear is finally removed. First, he saw this room was not too big, quite dim and quiet with a few people dressed in neat suits inside there. A somewhat stocky man sat in the main seat in front of him. Beside him was a woman who had talked to him in the van. And a man sitting in front of him was wearing his suit complete with his white mask. They, the 'businessmen' were covering his face with masks that had different shades.

"So this is your candidate, Mr Han?"

"Yes, they have a background in martial arts. Need a little more adjustment and upbringing" The white masked man looks convincing. He did not want his merchandise to go unsold.

The big man stood up. Look closely between Seungyoun and the woman. "I only need 1" he said. He stopped right in front of the woman. His handcuffs were immediately released. Seungyoun is still trying to digest the current situation. So this means finding that job. By selling them to someone else. Isn't this human trafficking? But what does that 'martial background' mean. Is he going to be a bodyguard or worse just an ordinary man.

After the transaction has been completed Seungyoun again helped stand. Without any more headgear, they took him out of that place. It turned out that the room was just a soundproof room. The proof was once the noise was heard, and Seungyoun could see how crowded this place was right now. It looks like this place is just a basement or maybe an underground station that was converted into a 'market'. They bring the same thing. The humans. Their chain chains and handcuffs have different names and designs. Shows who they really belong to, and Seungyoun also just realized that his handcuffs have an unusual design. Looking at Seungyoun who was so confused and frightened the white masked man glanced at him a little. Compared to the school-age photos he got of his stepfather. This guy is clearly much different. He looked completely confused by the situation, rarely focused, and looked a little thin. Looks messy and unhappy. His heart throbbed slightly, he remembered himself long ago and someone he had saved first.

"Dearly enough. If mister Oh had taken you, you would be in a good place" Seungyoun looked at the masked man, he spoke to him? "i'm talking to you" he said again. How he knows his mind.

"I-yes sir" Actually he also did not know how to answer.

"Park Nest will be fine. The woman was in the right place. Now it's your turn, make yourself good to someone who will be your master later" Seungyoun nodded in agreement. The question was indirectly answered. At least he had to believe to make his heart calm even though the reality might not be like that. The chains were pulled a bit hard to get even closer to the masked man. He walked right next to her, not behind her. "You're still mine, don't go far or you'll be gone later"

"Good, Master"

Now they are in a fairly large place with a stage at the very end. They were all masked again. What a horrible place. Seungyoun is led backstage. It seemed like he was waiting for his turn, to be auctioned and bought by the buyers earlier.

As soon as the name 'Master Han' was mentioned by the event leader, the bustling cheers began to sound. Seungyoun and the masked man walked towards the stage. A loud voice began to be heard from the buyers. Apparently this Mr. Han is indeed famous for bringing people with superior quality. Either from his appearance or background is quite capable. 'The stuff' is admitted to be the most satisfying and never lose if you buy it. The initial figures of the auction started at 200 million, and other fantastic figures began to come following.

"500 million won, from Mrs Jung!"

"800 million won, from Mr. Hong!"

"3 billion won, from Mr Lee!"

"7 billion won, from Mr. Wang! There is no higher bidder? Okay-"

"I refuse" The owner's man comes forward. Grab the mic from the show leader's hand. "Mr Wang was blacklisted for 3 billion won for Mr. Lee" the man named Mr. Lee stood in delight. Feeling good stuff. While the blue masked man named Wang seemed to not accept. He stood up.

"No matter what, but I won this auction, Mr. Han"

"But I'm the owner" Seungyoun actually belongs to whom it's not a good thing. He just wanted to go home, find his mother and leave the country.

On the sidelines of the debate there was a man who took the opportunity to call his colleague. A risky ambush like this. Directly in the nest. After his instructions a group of specially dressed men came complete with his full weapon. They're doing an ambush. But because of the rapid response also the amount of the far outnumbered atmosphere became uncontrollably boisterous. Mr. Han took out his gun, guarded himself and looked for a way out not to forget to bring Seungyoun. The mood quickly turned gripping. A shootout and dozens of people ran to dodge, stomping and pushing each other. Seungyoun is scared, but he keeps pulling his master away from the crowd, trying to gather his men after being separated earlier and keeps a lookout for any bullets fired. They moved together towards a shortcut. Before actually reaching the outer door a groan was slid from Seungyoun's lips. His leg was shot, and his stomach was seen bleeding. Master Han just snorted out emotions. Why did this boy just shut up and hold her. Hurriedly he carried her in front, walked quickly to the car and left.

The car seat was now soiled with blood. Seungyoun just whimpers in pain. Better hit by a shot just in the head then the suffering will end. After Mr. Han checked, the wound on his stomach was just a missed bullet while his leg was bleeding quite badly.

"Find out who's behind the attack. Shit, I'll kill the source"

"Good, Master"

"Hold a minute. Don't sleep, okay?" That master Han took off the white mask he was wearing. Seungyoun was a little surprised, the one he called Master from earlier turned out to be only a man who was almost his age.

"May I bleed to death" Seungyoun said, hopefully. He was very upset about his life.

"Quick dial a little stupid!" Han Seungwoo frantically hit the driver on the head, Seungyoun almost fell asleep. And his words earlier made his chest beat painfully.

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