“Sob! As I said last time, across the entire stellar realm, the only rude barbarian who treats a helper like this is you, Gyeon Jioh!”
“Who told you to run? If you run, chasing you down and beating you up is a Korean’s inborn instinct.”
‘No, absolutely not…’
The four Koreans with him vehemently denied it with their faces, but Jio swaggered on regardless. What are you looking at—got a problem?
“So… that hybrid rabbit—no, Baby Shirley—was your assigned helper during Zero Base last time, right?”
With a queasy face, Gyeon Riok looked back and forth between the two.
Jio peered at the rabbit caught in a butterfly net (which Sa Sejong had on hand) instead of a fly swatter.
“Yeah. But last time it swore up and down it wasn’t affiliated with Babel or whatever. Was that all a lie?”
“A lie? I’m not with Babel, which is exactly why I get stuck with this kind of drudge work! Don’t you know the truth of power-tripping—that the more someone’s ‘external labor,’ the more they get rolled around because they’re not your own?”
“…Ms. Na…