Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

"Are you avoiding us? Why are you making me come all the way home?”

"No, I've been busy working these days..."

"No? Because you're busy? I told you to speak properly, didn' I'm warning you for the last time, don't turn a deaf ear. Don't stop talking."

"Yes..."

"Who's that guy just now?"

"The part-time store manager."

Chief! Yo! Are you having a problem with your tongue?

"I'm sorry, Chief."

"Do you support your part-time job?"

"No, I just took you there. It's not really like that."

"No, not that one. I'm going to set a condition now. Do you want me to go?"

"Sister, I can't today..."

"I told you not to stop talking. Are you talking down to me?”

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think I can today."

"Why not?"

"Grandmother is sick, so I have to go home early."

"So you don't do it?"

"I'll do it next time, not today."

"Yeah, then. I should ask Hyunjoo to come out.”

"What?"

"If you don't do it, I'll have Hyun-joo do it. Isn't that what you promised? You said you'd do it instead of Hyunjoo.

This was the conversation that Gam Jeong-dae overheard.

There are three girls altogether.

Two are older than Munjeong and one looks the same age.

[I think I'm taking money out of Moonjung by forcing her to meet conditions or something like that. And I think Moonjeong is being tied up with Hyunjoo because of her bad luckily.

I'm done getting the situation out.

My face is burning hot.

Damn it, I'm so pissed off.

Hiding behind a car near the playground, I slowly walked to the playground.

Then a girl slapped Moon Jung on the cheek.

The glasses flew away and Moonjeong burst out of her mouth with a short scream.

You're so cheesy.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

When I entered the playground, they looked at me with frightened eyes.

Moon Jung-eun can't bear to look at my face and looks for glasses that fall on the ground first.

It looked so pathetic that I was embarrassed.

"What are you doing now?"

When I asked again, the man in shorts and a jean jacket answered calmly.

"What? I'm talking to a friend.”

All three of them are girls that are common in the streets. Only one child's hair color was unique, and other things didn't look bad. Rather, it seems to be naive.

So it was even more ridiculous.

I guess this kind-looking kid made Moonjung date her for the first time.

"Moonjung just hit me. Are you friends?

"What about you? Is she your girlfriend?"

A chubby girl wearing a hood and leggings and tricycle slippers answered furiously.

"Where is it that you're squinting your eyes...

"What, then you open your eyes wide, triangular."

As the jean jacket muttered, the rest of them giggled and laughed.

Wow, am I being humiliated?

I'm getting angry.

[Don't get excited] Don't get excited. If you get excited, you lose.]

Yeah, yeah, you can't get too excited about the bloodshed.

"I'm Moon-jung's part-time job manager. How old are you?”

Thirty-five?

Judging from several conversations, it seems that the young Cheongjacket at the Health Service is the main character.

The level of kanjjok is about six steps.

"Are you kidding me?"

"What's this guy? Moonjung, you tell me. You're friends with us, no. What?"

"Don't touch the door. You tell me. What have you done to her? Speak up before you call the police."

"Moon Jung-ah, your chief is going to report us."

"Ha, don't do it, chief. I know them."

"Crazy girl, look at you in the midst of all this. Anyway, he's such a jerk whenever he sees a guy.”

My mind is about to be blank.

Moon Jung-eun is scared out of her mouth and they are coming out like they're full.

Once I was involved in the case, I had no idea what kind of conclusion I wanted and had to proceed with the conversation.

As a result, the arrow of my emotions was directed toward Moonjeong.

I bit my molar tightly and asked Moon Jung-eun.

"I Moon-jung, speak up. They did something to you."

"I was just talking..."

"The chief knows everything, so tell me straight.”

"The chief knows everything, so tell me the truth."

"They made you do something bad, didn't they? Right?

"They made you do something bad? Is that right?"

Oh, shit, the one sitting on the swing keeps following my words.

This is one of the most effective ways to fight for elementary school students, though it is childish. If you change your tone like you do now and make sarcastic remarks, the anger gauge doubles.

I lowered my voice to warn him of the color of the seaweed plot.

"Hey, why don't you be quiet?"

"Hey, you won't be quiet."

"Do you think I'm kidding?"

"Do you think I'm kidding?"

"Oh, this is driving me crazy... "

"Oh, this is driving me crazy."

"Wow..."

I don't have the confidence to lead the conversation anymore.

The other two laughed at my speechless expression.

"Laughing, giggle.

"Poof."

A thousand dollars rose from the inside.

For the first time in my life, I thought I could hit a woman.

Yeah, maybe I'd rather hit him.

Why don't we go to the police station and find out what happened?

Should I write a statement about assault, sex trafficking, and intimidation?

At that time, when I thought of everything for a moment, Moon Jung came next to me and said in a lethargic voice.

"Just go away, chief. I'll take care of it."

It's a seaweed plot that follows Moon Jung's way of talking.

"Yes, we'll take care of it, so you can go. Kick, kick."

It's so tight.

"Hey, you come here. Damn, do you think it's funny that a grown-up speaks so well?"

"Why? I was just talking to myself."

"Talking to yourself? You're not getting the hang of it. You think I can't hit you?”

"Oh, Moonjeong's supervisor is so scary.”

Doesn't it look like a dinosaur with horns?

"Kkkkkkkkk, I think I know what that is.”

Huh, now it's a personal attack.

Yeah, you guys got caught. Let's be childish together.

You think some people can't do it because they don't?

"But where are they from? Hey, seaweed hair. Did you dip your head in the gutter and take it out? Did you pay for that? No, right? You closed your eyes at home, right?

"Oh, what are you talking about? I did it at a hair salon.”

"Really? Then call the Consumer Protection Agency and get a refund. People keep putting chopsticks on their heads because they think it's a seaweed stalk."

"No? No one is making fun of me. Everyone said it's pretty.”

"No thanks. You in the denim jacket."

"What, why?"

He was about to go in for a double-edged attack, but the emotional team threw him a sauce in a good timing.

It looks like a lobster ground in a mortar.]

"You shouldn't say anything about my face even if you don't know the shit-baked kids. It looks like a lobster in a mortar. I left my eyes, nose and mouth."

A fiery denim is uttering a curse.

"Oh, my God..."

You get another shot.

"My country's plastic surgery technology is number one in the world, so think about other people's double eyelids with manners. Can you tell where the eyes are looking? I have to get plastic surgery at the health center because of kids like you."

"Shut up, you idiot."

It's a turnaround. Don't answer back. Let's move on.]

"And you're a three-line junkie.”

"Why, I didn't say anything."

"Shut up, it's a coalition. You should buy some shoes instead of using them. What era is it that you walk around with a 3,000 won tricycle?"

"I wear them all.”

"Yeah, let's say it's because we've conceded a hundred times. But if you're going to wear slippers, wash your socks. I can't tell whether it's white or rat socks.”

Did you wear your dad's?]

"Are you wearing your dad's? Look at your socks if you have eyes on them! What a fluffy heel!

The three-line trashman slipped his feet back with a red face.

The other two are also laughing in vain, as if they have broken their mentality.

You bastards, this is the collaboration of Sung Gwi Nam X emotional college.

[Brother, stop, stop.] Let's just take Munjeong and go. If it gets longer, it'll get ugly.]

I feel better after brushing my teeth.

I took Munjeong's hand according to the direction of the inspection team.

"Let's go home. I'll take you home."

However, Moon Jung-eun's face was full of difficulties.

As he looked at the jean jacket, he blew his fingernails and said,

"Go ahead, what's going on.

"You be quiet."

"Why, I'm talking to Moon Jung."

I dragged Moon Jung-eun's hand and picked up a convenience store envelope that fell on the floor.

Moon Jung-yi seemed to be hesitating, looking at the company's attitude, but she was brought to my hands.

Then, he stopped at the sound of a jean jacket.

"Let me see, what was Hyunjoo's phone number?"

"Department head, I really can't make it."

Moonjeong couldn't stop talking and bit her lips.

Tears well up.

When I saw the face, something I was barely holding snapped.

I let go of Munjeong's hand and strode toward the jean jacket.

[Brother, relax, relax! Don't ever touch them! Kids these days are so smart that it's a headache to report sexual assault!]

The words of the emotional group did not catch my ears.

I don't know what will happen.

I felt like I was going to die of the vase first if I didn't give him a clout even if he didn't give me a clout.

The guys who saw my expression felt that it was no joke and slowly backed away.

And then he screamed and screamed.

"Oh no! Don't come here, you pervert!"

Then the other two took out their cell phones and started filming.

It's not a sum that I've hit once or twice.

Only then did I wake up.

"Why? Come on. Are you getting scared after all this bluffing?"

"Just touch the tip of your hair, I'm filming everything."

"Come here, Mun-jung."

I tried to control my anger and turned around to cover Munjeong's shoulders.

"Let's go. I'll call my grandmother, so go to my house first."

"Wow, you pervert. I'm taking him to rape my brother."

"But aren't they really the original? Moonjung, how much did you get from him?"

[Brother, don't get caught up and just go.]

I was going to go.

Moon Jung-eun's whole body was shaking and even if there was a thousand fire in me, I was really going to just go.

But aren't they saying things they shouldn't have said?

"Moonjung will pay for her 5,000 won. Why would a rag be a rag?”

"It's not just a mop, it's a mop. Sanchon-dong rag."

Eventually, beads of tears fell from Moon Jung-eun's eyes.

What a shame this young man must be.

Seongdae, I think you're going to make an accident today.

[Huh? Brother, stop! Stop!]

I clenched my fist and stepped towards them.

A familiar voice heard at the entrance of the playground.

"I'm Moon Jung?"

The main character of the voice was Jung Sung-ah.

"Oh, there's the chief. What are you doing here?"

Jung Sung-ah, wearing a white jersey, short shorts, and thin-stranded flip-flops, carefully observed each person's face as she entered the playground to see if she was trying to figure out the situation.

"Who just yelled at you? I was surprised.”

I pointed my head at the jean jacket.

It was the three evil ladies who were rather embarrassed.

As if they were pressed by Jung's spirit, they are not able to open their mouths and are only looking at each other's eyes.

Even to me, Sung-ah's charisma from her short-cut hairstyle was no joke. There are metal piercings hanging from the ear to above-average height.

Compared to our queen, the other three, including Moon Jung-eun, look almost like middle school students.

I thought that Jung Sung-ah might look more threatening than I, a man, for those cubs.

Sung-ah, who had roughly figured out the situation, asked Moon Jung-eun, who was wiping away tears, in a low-pitched voice that excluded emotions.

"Who are they? You're not friends, are you?"

an end

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