Chapter 62
"Ajusshi."
The low voice was as cold as the winter wind. Even without turning his head, it was obvious who stood behind him. The only one tall enough to tower like that, and who always wore black leather gloves, was Mu-gyeong.
"Do you have any idea how much he’s worth, and you’re pointing a knife at him?"
"Wh-Who the hell are you? Urgh—!"
The leather glove tightened. The man’s trembling hand instantly lost all strength. The knife he’d been holding clattered to the ground, bouncing once off the toe of Hongju’s worn sneakers before spinning away across the floor.
"Ugh—S-Stay out of this, it’s none of your—"
"You’re the one who needs to get out of here."
The look Mu-gyeong shot at the pastor was piercingly cold. Enough to raise goosebumps at the back of one’s neck. Even Hongju flinched instinctively.
"Do you know how much fucking money I poured into this place? And you pull a knife without permission?"
Mu-gyeong clucked his tongue quietly and twisted the man’s arm without hesitation. The pastor screamed in pain, his body bending along with the motion. Mu-gyeong stepped to the side and dragged the man with him.
"Ah! Let go! I said let me go!"
The man shrieked, his twisted arm flailing as he spat curses at Mu-gyeong. Mu-gyeong casually covered his own ear with one hand. The pastor’s high-pitched screech echoed like a siren, refusing to fade. Mu-gyeong furrowed his brow and raised his hand—then brought it down hard across the man’s cheek with a loud, sweeping arc. Whack! A heavy thud followed, like something bursting open.