When Kang Chan turned the lever before speaking, Seok Kang-Ho exclaimed.

“Damn it! Why didn’t you do this while I was smoking?”

“I told you not to get angry.”

Kang Chan ordered a gangster that was in the hallway to buy them kimbap and a few snacks. He then made coffee.

“Didn’t you say that you fractured your ribs?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.

“So? It’s not like the coffee cup will jump at me.”

“Have you become considerate?”

“You want to get hit?”

It was strangely pleasing. When the kimbap arrived, Seok Kang-Ho intensely ate the two rows of kimbap while frowning.

“Let’s tell my wife tomorrow that it was a car accident,” Seok Kang-Ho said.

“That’s already been done.”

Seok Kang-Ho looked back at him, but Kang Chan didn’t explain any further.

“That wife of mine will try to get a lot of compensation,” Seok Kang-Ho told Kang Chan.

Kang Chan stared at him.

“Don’t you get mixed up?” asked Kang Chan.

“I’ve already said that I had made up my mind to just live like this. We’ve already avenged the fallen, and I’m...