GMC 184

Yeon-rok's gaze slowly swept over Yeom Cheon-ryul's broken leg and severely bruised face. Yeon-rok's misfortune often dragged others down with him, and this time, he felt that Yeom Cheon-ryul would be a fitting target. He gave a visible, smug smile, intending to unsettle a man who believed so strongly in superstitions.

“You've already been swept up in my bad luck.”

The smile slowly vanished from Yeom Cheon-ryul's face. Perhaps feeling an instinctive unease, he stared intently at Yeon-rok before eventually scoffing.