Chapter 8
Hanguru felt his heart drop. The guild master’s reaction wasn’t normal.
He didn’t know exactly what had gone wrong, but Hanguru was the kind of child who could instinctively sense when he was about to get scolded.
Was he going to be taken to the police station?
Wee-woo, wee-woo.
Gavel bang, bang, bang.
Goodbye, twenty million won!
As he imagined onions sprouting wings and flying away, Hanguru felt like his soul was leaving his body.
He had to get out of this situation somehow.
Fortunately, Hanguru had picked up some survival know-how from his time in the orphanage.
He opened Onion Market on his kid’s phone, went to My Page, and held it out with both hands.
"Here! I give everything to Guild Master!"
His small arms trembled as he offered up his entire fortune.