“…uh… unnerstan’…”
“Enunciate. You sound like a fool.”
“…I… understand.”
“Hmm.”
The robber, Park Jin-hyuk, crossed his legs, lost in thought.
“So.”
“Yes.”
“You’re telling me the money you lent to Mount Wol now exceeds one hundred thousand nyang?”
“…Yes.”
“A hundred thousand?”
“Yes.”
“A hundred… thousand?”
Yu Jeong-san felt the sting of tears welling in his eyes.
That’s what I’ve been saying, you bastard!
If a man had a grievance,
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