The designated driver's face showed discomfort; he was uneasy inside. It's just a drunkard, after all. This neighborhood isn't all that upscale, so why put on airs like a big shot?
But he didn't say anything; it was just another job for him to earn some money. At worst, he'd remember this face and avoid doing business with him in the future. After taking the payment, he got on his electric scooter and left.
Song Jin spat on the ground, withdrew his contemptuous gaze, and patted the new car he had just acquired. After he had enough of stroking it, he dangled the car keys on his finger and hummed a song while walking toward the building, playing with the keys as he went.
Pressing the elevator button, he leaned against the wall to wait. Suddenly, his hair was grabbed, and his head was brutally smashed against the wall.
