17 The Devil’s Violence (2/2)

Clearly, there was a difference in experience and prowess. Soon enough, Lee Do Joon began getting the upper hand, beating the boy down.

”Oppa! No! Stop!” Yeo Ri's eyes reddened. Hyuk was curled up on the floor, protecting his vitals, as the man rained down hit after hit. His face twisted in a way that made it seem like he intended to kill the boy.

Yeo Ri managed to free herself from Gun, and immediately ran to Hyuk's side. Thankfully, he was still conscious. She kneeled in front of Lee Do Joon, shaking. She rubbed her hands together in a begging manner, ”Please stop, Dad! Please let Oppa go! Please!”

Seeing the girl's action, Lee Do Joon raised his arm.

Gun widened his eyes in alarm. The father who was usually more lenient to Yeo Ri was suddenly so aggressive. He quickly covered the girl, protecting her. The slap connected on his back. It stung, but it wasn't as bad as the ones Hyuk received.

”Don't... touch... her...” Hyuk who had observed Lee Do Joon's actions pushed himself forward, warning the man.

”Get out of my way, Gun.”

”...” Gun stared at him with a pensive look.

Lee Do Joon somehow decided that he disliked that look, and switched his target. ”What's that look for, huh?! Do you think I'm pathetic?! Is that it?!”

Bam!

”Is that what you're thinking?! Huh?!”

Bam!

”Fed and clothed you, yet this is how you repay me? Disobedience?”

Bam!

Gun gritted his teeth. There was no use in using words with this crazy b*stard. He was just going to do whatever he wanted.

Yeo Ri watched as Gun crumpled beside her, face devoid of colour. The man had aimed at where people wouldn't normally see, so it was hard for her to know the extent of his injuries.

Now that he had vented to his heart's content, Lee Do Joon smiled with satisfaction. ”See, this is what you get for going against me, my sweet Yeo Ri-ah.” He bent down, smiling at her. He reached out to touch her cheek, caressing it softly. ”The next time you do, I'll kill them for real, okay?” His tone was soft and gentle, but it did nothing to deter the dark undertone of his words.

Yeo Ri stilled at his words, face pale. Silent tears spilled out from her eyes as she bit her lips. She hung her head low in hopelessness.

Satisfied with her expression, Lee Do Joon smiled. He released her cheek, and whistled happily as he went back to his room.