Yeon-woo narrowed his eyes at Phante, who just whistled and looked away. Yeon-woo clucked his tongue to himself and turned to the mercenaries. “What do you want to say?” His voice was filled with annoyance.

The mercenaries’ faces fell, but they tried to look as intimidating as possible.

“You look like someone we know who owes us a lot. That’s why I want to ask you to tell us who you are. Let’s exchange names.” He didn’t say it directly, but it was clear he wanted to know Yeon-woo’s identity.

Yeon-woo didn’t want to deal with them any longer. He crossed his arms and icily replied, “And if I’m who you think I am?’

“What?”

“The Hoarder. That’s me.”

“This bastard!”

The mercenaries all glowered and ran at Yeon-woo and the room quickly became chaotic. Yeon-woo didn’t move and called out to Phante. “Phante.”

“What’s up?”

“Get rid of them.”

“Why should I do your business?”

“Because it’s annoying. No? Should I do it?”

“Your personality is really…” Phante muttered under his breath and stepped forward. But when he got ready to fight, a sinister smile spread on his face. “Well, I was feeling bored so I guess it’s all right.”

Bang! Phante ran forward as though he’d found a fun toy, waving his fists...