IF IT WERE up to Yun Dujun, he wouldn't have stopped with just one punch.
He wanted to beat Lee Heeju to a pulp.
After everything the bastard did to him and his family, it wasn't hard for him to sever his ties with him.
To hell with our 30+ years of friendship…!
"That was a nice, solid punch," Song Sihyuk, who had just returned after his phone call with his husband, said while gently patting Yun Dujun's shoulder. "But you can't kill that bastard, Yun Dujun. You're just an illegitimate son of a rich businessman. You can't handle the consequences of killing a chaebol."
Yun Dujun shot the chaebol-mafia a cold glare. "Do you honestly think I care about that at the moment?"
"Well, you should. You have a family to protect. If they take you away for touching a chaebol, how could you protect your husband and kids?"
Tsk.
Yun Dujun hated how Song Sihyuk made so much sense.
