At the tea house, the middle-aged customer was on his knees, huffing breathlessly and with extreme pain surging through his arm
"Who…who the hell are you…?" He gritted his teeth, sweat forming on his forehead. He couldn't understand the heads or tails of how a delicate man like Bojing was able to subdue him so easily.
The crowd gathered around the tea house threw incredulous looks at Bojing.
What kind of a monster is he?
The man, unable to bear this humiliation, lunged at Bojing, thinking that the earlier attack might be a fluke. But he was soon proved wrong when Bojing adeptly dodged and landed a sharp kick on his back that sent him tumbling down the stairs.
Bojing cried, rubbing his trembling hands together. "I am s-so sorry! Did it h-hurt too b-badly?"
Everybody - "..."
How can he ask that when he is clearly gasping in pain…Is he a sadist or something?
"B-But you left me w-with no choice. I was te-telling you to let go of her, but you didn't l-listen to me…"
