Chapter 78
"What the hell are you talking about? Why the hell would I tell him to do that?"
Guppping shouted, and his face instantly went pale. His eyes widened as he hastily snatched Yang Siljang’s phone.
"Hey, fuck! Give me the phone, now!"
Mu-gyeong slowly tilted his head from side to side, quietly observing the two men’s expressions.
"You saw him take everything? Seriously? And you just stood there like a fucking idiot?"
Guppping yelled so loudly his voice cracked. Whatever he’d just heard must’ve shocked him—he jumped to his feet.
"That little fuck stabbed us in the back? That motherfucker! Get out there right now and find him!"
Yang Siljang, now just as alarmed, listened intently to the voice on the other end. Guppping suddenly let out a furious scream and hurled the phone onto the sofa.
"That fucking bastard ran off with the betting money! He cleaned out the safe, too! Fucking lunatic!"
The veins along his neck and forehead flushed bright red. He was so furious his hands were visibly shaking. Despite the explosive rage, Mu-gyeong remained calm, as if taking stock of the situation.
"Fucking punk must’ve memorized the safe codes like a damn rat after running errands a few times!"
Guppping clutched his head ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ and spun around in circles. Mu-gyeong idly tapped his toes against the floor. The rhythmic taps slowly drew unease across Guppping and Yang Siljang’s faces.