BP 57

Honestly, a bunch of deficient people. After giggling for a while, Jung-yeol widened his eyes, and a nearby chair flew toward Jae-il. Avoiding it by stepping back without needing to use Psychokinesis, Jae-il approached Jung-yeol step by step. Lightly rotating his wrist, he closed the distance and violently grabbed Jung-yeol's hair as he tried to avoid him. With his neck bent, Go Jung-yeol still failed to read the atmosphere. In truth, he too was so consumed by anger that he couldn't think rationally.

“…Does your grandfather kn— Aagh!”

Jung-yeol's face, which had been screaming in desperation, was slammed into the floor. The sound of something soft breaking was vivid. Lifting his head while blood streamed from his nose, Jung-yeol barked in a venomous voice.