Because they couldn’t bear facing Baek Jin-Jin again, Dok-Du and the others decided to change their hostage target to Song Woo-Moon.1

“Oh! That’s a good idea, hyung-nim. They seem to be some kind of low-level martial artists, but even if they practice whatever martial art, I really don’t think their kid is any hot shit.”0

“Good, good. Then our target is him,” Dok-Du said.0

As he stood up on shaky legs, the figure of the young man with the rosy cheeks looking at him and clicking his tongue flashed through his mind.0

‘You dumb stinky brat! How dare you look at me like that when you’re still sucking at your mom’s breast?’0

From the side, Rat spoke cautiously.0

“But, by the way, h-hyung-nim. Um, well, how about we just stop here? They’re going to leave anyway, so if you just pretend not to see them for a while…”1

“Shut up! I climbed all this way with just my axe! Do you even understand how much the boys will ridicule us if we just let things go like this? No, I can’t give up here. We have to go meet Gwang Ryeok-Gwi hyung-nim.”0

“Huh?! Are you sure? Don’t you think this is getting too big?”0

A sliver of bloodlust showed in Dok-Du’s gaze.0

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“We’ve found them, hyung-nim!”0

“You did?”0

Hearing the henchman call out, Dok-Du motioned to a man. “Then let’s go, Ryeok-Gwi hyung-nim.”0

“Is there really a need for this? We could just go straight to the inn and fuck them up. What’s the point in getting a hostage?...0