Splinters flew as the broken wood splintered with a sharp crack. Sa-young, now supporting the tilting wooden pillar with his hands, gawked in disbelief as Uijae slipped away from the scene. His voice brimmed with outrage.

“What the hell… Are you insane? Completely out of your mind?”

Uijae casually rubbed the back of his head. No pain, no bumps, no dents. Good. Feeling smug, he replied nonchalantly.

“Well, I couldn’t kick you, so I broke the pillar. Didn’t have much choice, did I?”

“What kind of twisted brain comes up with that? I want to dissect it and see if it’s defective.”

“Perfectly functional, thank you very much.”

Like hell he’d let Honeybee or Hong Yesung see him caught in a compromising position like that. If he took off the mask, he wouldn’t be able to hide his eye movements, and Sa-young was far too observant. He’d have been exposed in no time.