Chapter 75
"Hey, old man."
Sa Duyeong, the Young Chief of the Black Snake Gang, called out in a loud voice toward the blind old musician.
“Don’t scowl like that. Your granddaughter’s just so pretty that I figured I’d ask her to pour me a drink. You’re a wanderer—you should know how things go. You wouldn’t want to get on the bad side of the local big shots, would you? Go on and tell your granddaughter to serve me a cup. Don’t worry, I’ll pay her well for it.”
“Young Chief, sir, my granddaughter is barely thirteen years old. And we’re performers—we would never do something like that...”
—Bang!
Sa Duyeong slammed his fist onto the table, hard enough to crack the wood, then let out a string of curses.
“Fuck! You and your granddaughter really know how to test a man’s patience. Hey, old man. Did I say I was gonna do something indecent to her? She’s just a good singer and easy on the eyes—I wanted her to pour me a drink, that’s all. So why the hell are you provoking me? Why? Why?!”
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Like a lunatic, Sa Duyeong kept hammering the table with his fists.
“Fine! Since you're treating me like a lowlife, I might as well act like one. Come here.”
Just as he reached to drag the girl into his lap—
“Namo Amitabha. Young Chief, please calm yourself.”