— Bastard. — Salin exclaimed, moving toward Jun-ho. He put his hand on his own neck, catching his breath.
Salin swallowed hard, his stomach tightening as he looked at Francis, lying on the floor, his eyes wide with pain and panic. The fear was palpable, but the shock still consumed his body. Then he turned to Jun-ho, who didn't even seem disturbed.
Salin should accept the situation.
— Where's the notebook? — Jun-ho asked, walking toward the guy and pulling him by the hair.
— My leg! — Francis whined. — Are you crazy?!
— I don't care about your leg. You messed with my fiancé.
— Fiancé?!
— Here, Jun-ho. — Salin said, examining the bag. — There's money too.
Both stared at Salin, surprised.
— What? I know what I'm talking about. I also work as an accountant.
The man squirmed angrily but received a punch to the face, leaving him unable to speak.
— There's 20 thousand here, the rest is in this account. — He said, holding up a card.
