There were three things Seo Jun-Ho could say. 

1. Wow! It’s Kim Woo-Joong!

2. What brings you to this humble place?

3. Um, I think there has been a misunderstanding. 

He chose the third one. “Um, I—”

But before he could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp pain on his left cheek.

’Dammit, he cut me.’ 

He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to look at the wound, but there was no blood. The cut was so clean that a normal person wouldn’t even notice that it was there. 

“You tricked me last time with that cunning tongue of yours. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

“This is insane.” Seo Jun-Ho looked dumbfounded. He had almost died while trying to kill Kal Signer, and now he was up against the Sword Saint. Not only that, but the Sword Saint thought that he was a fiend. 

‘So this is how he felt.’ 

He started to sympathize with Kal Signer’s fear. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to be chased by such a stubborn and terrifying person for months. 

“I surrender.” Seo Jun-Ho immediately put his hands in the air. 

Kim Woo-Joong’s eyes narrowed. 

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