20:The White Tiger Job Center [VIII] - Epilogue
---
Yuujin took the money and walked toward the White Tiger Job Center building. The air was heavy, the kind of quiet where you can hear your own heartbeat. As soon as he stepped onto the front lot, the watchman raised a hand to stop him.
"You here to see Mr. Tom Lee?" the watchman asked.
Yuujin gave a short nod, face blank, eyes dull again.
The man jerked a thumb upward. "Boss is in the storeroom. Fifth floor's under construction."
"Storeroom… where?" Yuujin's voice was low, flat.
The watchman pointed toward the sky. Without flinching, Yuujin tilted his head back, squinting at the building, then looked at the man again.
He gave one more short nod and walked inside.
The elevator was waiting. The same one where he'd first met Manager Kim. Even now, Yuujin could remember how Kim's one-inch punch had caught him,It didn't hurted much but he was startled .
As the doors slid open, Yuujin's gaze caught on the warped panel on the opposite wall.
The metal was dented inward like someone had tried to crush the entire cabin with their bare hands. That was from Kim. That was from him taking the full hit.
Yuujin stepped in, pressed "6." The doors closed. No movement, no wasted motion. Just his breathing in the stale air.
When the elevator opened, the top floor wasn't the same wide office space as before. Instead, it was a narrow hallway, lit by a flickering bulb. At the far end was a small room — no door, just an opening carved clean into the wall.
The doorway looked almost too tall, like it had been made for someone seven feet high tried walk through without ducking.
Yuujin walked in without hesitation.
Inside, there was a desk pushed against the wall. Tom Lee sat behind it, voice low and firm as he talked to a man with brown hair.
Manager Kim stood at his side like a shadow.
"You need to work this time," Tom Lee said, his tone somewhere between business and threat.
"I'll pay you generously. Don't you want the money for your mother's meds?"
The man hesitated. "I'm… still not sure. I'll think about it."
Yuujin's brow twitched. He knew that voice.
Kim's eyes flicked toward Yuujin. He leaned down, whispered something into Tom Lee's ear. Tom gave the brown-haired man a dismissive wave.
The guy slid past Yuujin on his way out, and Yuujin caught a full look at him — but before he could speak, the man was already gone down the hall.
Tom Lee's gaze fixed on Yuujin. "Why are you here?"
Yuujin stepped forward and set a check on the desk.
Tom Lee's eyebrows rose. "You got the money?"
Yuujin didn't answer, just stared back.
Tom unfolded the check. His smile was faint, but it didn't reach his eyes. Less than twenty-four hours, and the debt was cleared.
He set the check in a drawer, but Yuujin's voice cut in before he could close it.
"You saw the amount, right?"
There was a long second. Then Tom Lee pulled $5,000 from the drawer and slid it across the desk.
"Since you've paid in full… welcome to the White Tiger Job Center, Mr. Yuujin Jin." He stood, extended his hand. Yuujin shook it — firm grip, no warmth.
Tom dropped back into his chair. "Well,A sad news for you. You've got yourself work." He pushed a folder across the desk.
"James Lee called for you."
A corner of Yuujin's mouth lifted.
Tom's phone rang. He picked it up, murmured a short "Yes, okay," and hung up. "Car's here. One of the James Lee's people."
Yuujin turned without another word, walking back through the tall doorway. As he disappeared from view, Tom leaned back in his chair.
"What do you think?" he asked Kim. "Will Yuujin survive James Lee?"
Kim didn't answer.
On the ground floor, Yuujin spotted the black sedan parked out front — and the man standing beside it.
Tall, built like a tank, skin dark as night.
Nobure Yappington.
Yuujin remembered him from that first James Lee meeting.
Nobure opened the back door. Yuujin slid in.
Nobure got behind the wheel without speaking, the engine rumbling to life. Yuujin leaned back, legs stretched, arms loose. Sleep took him quick.
---
Meanwhile, somewhere high in the HNH Group building…
"He-he, Jamie-chan, when will the last one get here?" The voice was deep, sharp and nonchalant, Japanese lilt curling each syllable.
A man in fur, lounging beside him, had no expression.
Another figure — mustache, broad shoulders — grunted in broken Korean. "I don't know what the fuck he said, but when's the last guy getting here?"
Someone else sat still, quiet. Watching.
"He'll be here soon," James Lee said, smiling like the whole thing was a game. White suit, thin vertical black stripes, black tie. Crexa stood beside him, eyes sliding toward the second figure with a flicker of curiosity.
---
Next Chapter:- Introduction of Masters [II]
Author Note: It is also rushed. Creating a Chapter for my Second Fan Fic: 'JoJo's Bizzare Adventure Part 9.5 : JOJOTales',took time.