Chapter 55
Hongju shoved the mop handle that had rolled across the floor into a place where it couldn’t be seen. He scrubbed at the blood spattered on the floor with tissues. Every time he bent over, the padded jacket rustled loudly. Underneath, zipped up to his chin, he was wearing the pink sweatshirt Mu-gyeong had bought him. Worried the bright color might show, Hongju instinctively pulled the zipper all the way up.
“Hey. You guys, just step outside for a bit.”
Guppping suddenly stuck his head out and shouted. He seemed less angry than before—maybe Gwangpal had said he’d lend a decent amount of money.
“Should’ve just borrowed it from Boss Mu-gyeong. Why’s he ordering us to go out and get it?”
Holding a towel to his torn forehead, Choi grumbled all the way down the stairs. Everyone probably felt the same, but no one dared agree—getting your head bashed in wasn’t worth it. The entrance to the House was unusually empty. Maybe that’s why the wind felt sharper, colder than usual.
“Hey, why don’t you borrow it? You and Boss Mu-gyeong got that kind of thing going on, right?”
Yang Siljang, pulling out a cigarette, tapped the worn toe of Hongju’s sneaker. Hongju immediately stepped back. Meeting one of the gazes turned his way, he furrowed his brow.
“Why should Mr. Hongju be the one to borrow it?”
The retort came from the side. Doksu snapped, leaning lazily on one leg. As Yang Siljang bit down on the filter, he slammed the cigarette against the ground.
“You little shit, barely old enough to shave and already—!”
“Stop, stop. Geez.”
One of the goons stepped in front of Yang Siljang with his large body. Doksu didn’t back down at all, glaring and flipping him the middle finger.