"Hah," Myung-woo exclaimed, cracking his knuckles. "I was taught to respect my elders and treat them with care but honestly, I felt so much better after doing that." He glared at him. "Maybe I'll feel much better after beating you to a pulp, you sick son of a bitch!"
He hit Yun-tae's father one more time.
Yun-tae had no idea things would escalate to this extent. He didn't even imagine it.
He thought he would just come and talk, and after rejecting his father's words, he would leave and never answer him again.
But to think Myung-woo would appear out of nowhere and cause a scene.
He had to stop it. Myung-woo had an image as a musician, and though he didn't know how famous he was, he was sure this would have a negative impact on his career if anyone managed to recognize him.
"Hyung, that's... that's enough." He said, holding his arm and stopping him from hitting him anymore. "Please, let's just go."
