“Ah, damn it…” Beomdong, formerly of the Flying Dragon Unit, spat a curse. He shuddered as he looked at the youngest punk who had brazenly called his name. ‘That bastard…!’ A sneering smile. A mean face with not an ounce of manners. Savage looks, and an unusually nasty temperament to match. Everything about him rubbed Beomdong the wrong way. It...
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