A Hoodlum's Code

Synopsis:

He was once a gang thug who struck fear into every street and alley. He had been scrapping his way through the underworld since he was nine, and his roguish streak was etched into his bones.

Who could have guessed that a cold gun barrel would now be pressed against his temple? More absurdly, it was the very gun he usually carried at his waist.

The hand holding it was slender, belonging to a twenty-year-old woman from the capital.

She was a genius and top student in her teachers' eyes, with countless admirers surrounding her. The line of suitors could stretch from the school gate to the end of the alley.

It was no surprise that he had set his sights on her. But who could have imagined she would fall for him, a “devil of a man,” and even cock the gun with a click, pressing the barrel beneath his chin as she demanded his hand in marriage: “Marry me, or taste the bullets in your own gun right now.”

The scene was absurd, like some farcical play. The ruthless man who once made even ghosts and gods frown was now being held at gunpoint by the straight-A student who had secretly loved him, and forced to name their wedding date.