Chapter 7: Seven Corpses
“Take off your shoes before coming in, you sons of bitches!”
The man at the forefront blinked at Seojun’s shout.
“Did this brat just say that to ME?”
“I think he did, boss!”
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
The man scowled fiercely and slung a large pudao over his shoulder. It looked similar to the ones the two criminal friends had before.
“I’m Jang Chundeuk from the Black Tiger Sect, you little shits.”
I’m Jang Chunbong from between your mother’s legs—probably shouldn’t say that, huh?
Seojun, reading the room, frowned deeply.
“So what are you gonna do about our wall, asshole?”
“Those pudaos over there look like they belong to our men. Explain how you came in hold of them and I might let you live.”