I Got Fired, So I Built the Strongest Crime Syndicate Chapter 8: Chapter 8

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Min came back quicker than Jin had expected. He was sitting near the entrance of the warehouse, half leaning against a wall, watching the clouds drift through the air, when he heard footsteps approaching from outside. His body tensed for a split second, but relaxed when he saw Min walking towards him with a plastic bag in one hand. "You're back already? That was fast." Min grinned, holding the bag up slightly. "You asked for food, so I didn't wanna keep you waiting." "Yeah, thanks." They didn't bother sitting anywhere proper; one of the several different crates in the building was more than enough to eat around. Min dropped the bag in the centre of the table, and then they ate in awkward silence. Jin didn't realize how hungry he really was until he started eating. "Damn," he muttered," Did miso soup always taste this good?" "It's amazing, right? I went to my favorite joint; they are the best around these parts." But he barely processed Min's reply; he was too focused on finishing his food, and in a few minutes he did. Min laughed a little. "Seems like you haven't eaten in years." "You could say that." After they both finished eating, Jin leaned back slightly, thinking. Then glanced around the warehouse. "…This place is a mess." Min followed his gaze. "…Yeah." Jin scratched the side of his head. "…You mind handling that?" Min looked back at him. "Handling what?" "Cleaning it up. Sorting through whatever's in those boxes, too. See if there's anything useful." He gestured toward the scattered cargo. Min didn't even hesitate. "Yeah, I got it." Just like that, Jin was honestly kind of shocked. It wasn't an easy job, but he accepted it nonetheless. Was this what it meant to be a boss? Min moved with quiet efficiency and cleaned up a pile of metal that had overturned yesterday, and moved to the next one immediately. "…That was fast." Min shrugged, already moving toward the nearest pile. "Not like I've got anything better to do." Jin frowned slightly. "…Right." [Loyalty influence active.] Jin's eyes shifted slightly. "…So it is because of that." He watched Min for another second as he started going through one of the boxes, completely focused, like he'd been doing this kind of thing his whole life. "…How far does that go…" Jin muttered under his breath. [Employee loyalty increases compliance and alignment with user directives.] "…Yeah, but how far?" [Undefined limit.] Jin exhaled slowly. "…That's not comforting." He looked down at his hands for a second. He didn't like the idea of someone just… doing whatever he said without question, even if it made things easier. "…I'll figure that out later." "…I've got somewhere to be." Min glanced back at him. "Need me for anything else?" Jin shook his head. "Nah. Just stay here for now." He paused. "Keep an eye on the place too." Min nodded. "Got it." Jin grabbed his jacket and looked at it; it was completely covered in dust and wrinkled to hell. As much as he didn't mind what he wore, he didnt wanna go in public looking like that. "…Yeah, no." Min noticed. "…You want me to grab you something?" Jin looked up. "…You sure about that?" Min shrugged. "Why not? Anything for the boss." Jin hesitated for a second. Then nodded. "…Yeah, something simple, please.." A short while later, Jin stood there in a completely different outfit, just a shirt and a pair of jeans, just the right size. "…That's better." He adjusted his sleeve slightly. Min leaned against a crate, arms crossed. "Meeting up with someone?" Jin glanced at him. "Something like that." Min smiled. "Stay safe out there." Jin smiled back lightly. "…I'll do my best." And just like that, he left. The morning chill clung to Jin's skin as he stepped out of the warehouse and walked through the Eunpyeong District. It was truly different from what it was at night. During the day, this place felt alive, people moved with purpose, and conversations filled the air. Jin walked through it all, hands in his pockets and pace steady, but his mind wasn't; al