Choi Taek
The heavy footsteps almost shook the earth. A group of men dressed in dark clothes made their way towards the ward, pushing aside the hospital staff. They looked furious but none more than the elderly man who was leading them.
He was in his early eighties and used a cane to walk. His hair was almost gone except for a few white patches on the side while his ears were large. His beady eyes were wrinkled and sunk into his pupils but instead of fatigue, there was a blazing fury in them.
"Out of my way!" he wheezed at a couple of nurses. The men around him were also pushing away the staff who were terrified of them. They were carrying armed weapons and it did not take a genius to figure out that the men were from the mafia.
"Where is he?" The old man demanded from his men. "Where is my grandson?"