Tae-sung

The man's gaze moved first to Tae-neul. Then to your grandfather. Then finally— To you. Dark eyes. Sharp features. Completely unreadable expression. Tae-neul smiled. "Perfect timing." The old gangster gestured toward the newcomer. "Since we're discussing the arrangement..." His smile grew. "You might as well meet my grandson." The newcomer sighed as though he already regretted being here.