Chapter 6.3
He shouted at him. He, with his hands placed on the car body and door, leaned in deeper to stare intently at Haewon's face.
"Just get out. Otherwise, I'll drag you out and throw you over my shoulder."
It was a ridiculous threat.
"I'm not embarrassed by that. It would be a problem for a public official. Just the rumor of you entering a hotel with a man slung over your shoulder would be the end of your prosecutor career."
Haewon glared at him as if to say, do as you please.
"It won't end with that, but now that I hear it, that makes sense."
"I'm not getting out, you understand?"
"I won't get angry. Just get out."
"..."
"I won't get angry."
His voice had softened considerably. He thought Haewon was scared of his anger. It was absurd. Haewon wasn't afraid, whether he got angry or flipped out; he wasn't scared of anything.
"I won't get angry, so get out."