There was dead silence. No one seemed to want to come forward and Jungkook wasn't even shocked. He frowned and decided he had to get a little tougher than he wanted to. He flashed his gun before coming forward and grabbing a nearby kid's hair, trying to get his attention. "If anyone here is a staff member, just tell me now or I'll start hurting people. Tell me!"

The boy said something back to him but Jungkook didn't know what he was saying. And then one of the girls did the same. They -- They weren't speaking Korean. "He's going to kill me!"

"It's okay, stay calm." The girl turned to Ten and gave him a desperate look. "Someone will get hurt. Help us, please. We helped you."

"... Oh fine." Ten didn't want to do this but slowly, he pushed forward from the crowd and swapped from Thai to Korean. "They don't speak Korean well, yelling just confuses them. Slow and clear works better." The human traffic trade was very multicultural, he had always been a benefit for that reason alone. Thai had an unfortunately big part of their industry. "I'm Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul but everyone calls me Ten. I used to do odd jobs here." He bowed as politely as he could. "I'm at your service. Don't hurt anyone."