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Believe it or not, it was a dart. There was a dart board hanging on the wall behind Minjun's standing. And now what flew like a missile cutting through Min-joon's hair was a dart needle with a sharp end that would kill an ironclad shark.

"I'm 22 years old. My last name is Eunmin and my last name is Jun. This is Minjun."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The man, who seems to be cutting steak without lifting an eyebrow even if a person is bullied next to him, suddenly coughed like a seizure and poured out tears and snot, and he leaned down himself. Min-joon was going to say, "Give me some tissue," but he was so distressed that he instinctively pulled a piece of cloth dangling in front of his eyes. Then he wiped away the tears that were falling down. Min-joon even folded the piece of cloth several times to wipe his nose and saliva.

Suddenly, a terrible word fell from his head in a suppressed voice.

"Scissors."

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Min-joon thought that the thick, black hand that handed scissors looked shaky was the aftereffect of a severe cough.

Cut off the sprout.

When I heard the harsh sound of cutting cloth, I suddenly came to my senses. He noticed that the cloth he blew his nose without covering the fire was a man's tie, and when the scissors were stuck exactly 90 degrees on the carpet. Min-joon realized he was guilty of death when the cut-off piece of cloth was sent out by another trembling hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm allergic to cigarette smoke, so I didn't know it was a tie."

"Never mind. Who is it?"

Min-joon sniffed and looked around with a look of "Who is this?" and said, "Tasey." The bald Yakuza rolled his eyes furiously and moved his mouth with his eyes saying, "Please live."

"He's a fraud on me."