Chapter 172
Seoul, South Korea
~Taeyung~
The crowd cheered for the idea of a fight.
"The objective? Land a single hit." Suho announced.
I can't believe I've got to just stand here and watch someone from my group swing on my girl. Unbelievable.
If I wasn't confident in her ability to fight, I wouldn't allow this.
But part of me.
Well, it was intrigued.
He was right about being seen fighting.
I saw some masks on a table and grabbed them.
Tossing one to Younho and handing one to Phoebe, "Here hide your identity and light him up, yeobo."
She gave me a childish smile and leaned into me. I wrapped my arms around her, resting my chin on top of her head.
"Go. Hit him hard enough he'll apologize for being born."
She nodded firmly.
You are gonna get yours, Jung Younho. Don't ever insult my people and definitely don't think you'll away from it unscathed.
