Chapter: 1707
Yoo Cheolgwang glared at Pyo-wol and said,
�You. Come with me.�
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�I will not tolerate refusal.�
In an instant, Yoo Cheolgwang�s men surrounded the table where Pyo-wol was sitting.
They were all warriors who had been trained in martial arts by the Red Bandana Association. They were not simply laborers in charge of transporting goods at the harbor, but were strategically trained warriors.
Yoo Cheolgwang commanded some of the warriors like his own private army. This was something that should not have been possible, but there was no one in the Red Bandana Association who could stop Yoo Cheolgwang�s tyranny.�
As a result, Yoo Cheolgwang became even more brazen and wild.
The moment he saw Pyo-wol�s appearance, he stopped thinking.
All that could register on his head was Pyo-wol�s face, and that he had to take Pyo-wol to a quiet place no matter what.
It was then.
�Hey, young man.�
Tarha suddenly intervened between Yoo Cheolgwang and Pyo-wol.
�What do you want?�
Yoo Cheolgwang glared at Tarha. Then Tarha spoke in a cold voice.
�What are you going to do about this?�
�What am I going to do about what? Huh?�
�You�ve splashed food all over me and my granddaughter�s clothes. What are you going to do about it?�
�What the hell! Are you out of your mind? Asking me what I�m going to do about that? How about you just suck it up, huh?!�
�You caused this mess, so it�s only right that you make it up for it.�
�Really! You really can�t read the mood, can you? Do you want to die, old man?�
�No, I want to live as long as I can.�
�Then shut up and stay out of this. Only then will you be able to live till you shit on the walls.�
�I don�t want to live until I shit on a wall. I�m content to live as long as I can get my wish. So I want you to pay for soiling my clothes.�
At Tarha�s words, Yoo Cheolgwang�s face twisted in anger.
He grew impatient with Tarha, who seemed to be unable to read the atmosphere and kept stumbling over his words.
�This damn old man is really going to die.�
In the end, Yoo Cheolgwang couldn�t reign in his anger and swung his fist at Tarha.�
It was a fist so huge that it could make anyone shiver just by looking at it. Furthermore, it was so skillfully executed that with one good blow, the old man�s bones would break like a twig.
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�You. Come with me.�
����
�I will not tolerate refusal.�
In an instant, Yoo Cheolgwang�s men surrounded the table where Pyo-wol was sitting.
They were all warriors who had been trained in martial arts by the Red Bandana Association. They were not simply laborers in charge of transporting goods at the harbor, but were strategically trained warriors.
Yoo Cheolgwang commanded some of the warriors like his own private army. This was something that should not have been possible, but there was no one in the Red Bandana Association who could stop Yoo Cheolgwang�s tyranny.�
As a result, Yoo Cheolgwang became even more brazen and wild.
The moment he saw Pyo-wol�s appearance, he stopped thinking.
All that could register on his head was Pyo-wol�s face, and that he had to take Pyo-wol to a quiet place no matter what.
It was then.
�Hey, young man.�
Tarha suddenly intervened between Yoo Cheolgwang and Pyo-wol.
�What do you want?�
Yoo Cheolgwang glared at Tarha. Then Tarha spoke in a cold voice.
�What are you going to do about this?�
�What am I going to do about what? Huh?�
�You�ve splashed food all over me and my granddaughter�s clothes. What are you going to do about it?�
�What the hell! Are you out of your mind? Asking me what I�m going to do about that? How about you just suck it up, huh?!�
�You caused this mess, so it�s only right that you make it up for it.�
�Really! You really can�t read the mood, can you? Do you want to die, old man?�
�No, I want to live as long as I can.�
�Then shut up and stay out of this. Only then will you be able to live till you shit on the walls.�
�I don�t want to live until I shit on a wall. I�m content to live as long as I can get my wish. So I want you to pay for soiling my clothes.�
At Tarha�s words, Yoo Cheolgwang�s face twisted in anger.
He grew impatient with Tarha, who seemed to be unable to read the atmosphere and kept stumbling over his words.
�This damn old man is really going to die.�
In the end, Yoo Cheolgwang couldn�t reign in his anger and swung his fist at Tarha.�
It was a fist so huge that it could make anyone shiver just by looking at it. Furthermore, it was so skillfully executed that with one good blow, the old man�s bones would break like a twig.
Tak! JrNovels.com
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