*Thwack!*

A dull thud echoed through the room, like someone being struck by a baseball, even though it was just a wad of paper. The young man’s body trembled as if he had been shocked by electricity. He crouched down on the floor, clutching his head. Uijae pointed an accusing finger at the cowering young man.

"Hunters these days, they're all just for show, huh?"

The next moment, Uijae stood up abruptly and punched the wall. *Bang!* The loud sound of the impact was accompanied by a hiccup-like noise. Just beside where Uijae’s fist landed, another head with navy blue hair slowly emerged from the wall. The young man who appeared from the wall slumped to the floor as well.

Uijae withdrew his fist and alternated his gaze between the man sitting on the floor and the other man still clutching his head. Their hair colors, body types, and the glimpse of their faces were strikingly similar—so much so that anyone might think they were the same person. Uijae narrowed his eyes.

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"Oww..."

"Is everything okay in there?"

Jang Misook’s voice called out from outside. Both the young man on the floor and Uijae raised their heads at the same time. Uijae grabbed the young man by the nape of his neck and pulled him up, gesturing towards the door with a jerk of his chin. The gesture was clear—figure it out and answer quickly. The young man nodded and replied.

"Nothing’s wrong."

"Really?"

"Yeah, everything’s fine. Don’t worry about it."

Jang Misook’s footsteps gradually faded. Uijae released his grip, and the young man rubbed his neck, now showing a blue bruise, grumbling under his breath.

"All the info was wrong. I was told you were kind and decent, but you just throw punches right off the bat."

"Who told you to hide in the wall like a rat?"

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