“You’re waiting in line for a reservation?”

“Yes, we were told it’s here. But that person over there…”

“One moment.”

The man, with a thunderous voice, calmed down Ma Cheol and looked around, as if searching for someone. Then, suddenly, he bellowed, sounding as fierce as a tiger’s roar.

“Mok Oh! Where’s that bastard Mok Oh?!”

“Oh, oh no, Daehyung! I’m coming!”

Before the words had even finished, a man came running from one side.

‘What’s this now?’

A terrifying man with a large scar across his face, the kind you’d dread seeing even in a nightmare, came rushing up …